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The visceral experience of heartbreak put in an incredibly strong metaphor...
Shawn Mendes was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and raised by his businessman father, Manuel Mendes, who is of Portuguese descent, and real estate agent mom, Karen, who is from England.
Watch a Sing-Along version here.
or a Karaoke version here.
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If I quit calling you my lover And move on But no one's ever left me quite this sore I thought that I'd been hurt before But I know that I'll make it out alive Your words cut deeper than a knife Got a feeling that I'm going under Now I need someone to breathe me back to life |
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Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses Shaking, falling onto my knees Tripping over myself And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'll be needing stitches |
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Your bitter heart cold to the touch And move on But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover I'm left seeing red on my own Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain Now I'm gonna reap what I sow Got a feeling that I'm going under Just like a moth drawn to a flame |
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Shaking, falling onto my knees I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself, And now that I'm without your kisses You watch me bleed until I can't breathe And now that I'm without your kisses Aching, begging you to come help I'll be needing stitches |
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Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head Needle and the thread, Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head |
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Aching, begging you to come help (and I'll be needing stitches) until I can't breathe I'll be needing stitches (begging, Baby, please) Tripping over myself, Shaking, falling onto my knees You watch me bleed And now that I'm without your kisses (falling on my knees) |
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(And now that) I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches (And now that) And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches |
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