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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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I thought that I'd been hurt before But no one's ever left me quite this sore Now I need someone to breathe me back to life And move on But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Your words cut deeper than a knife Got a feeling that I'm going under |
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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 Shaking, falling onto my knees Tripping over myself And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches |
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Got a feeling that I'm going under I'm left seeing red on my own Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain But I know that I'll make it out alive Now I'm gonna reap what I sow And move on Your bitter heart cold to the touch Just like a moth drawn to a flame If I quit calling you my lover |
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I'll be needing stitches And now that I'm without your kisses Shaking, falling onto my knees You watch me bleed until I can't breathe Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself, |
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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, gonna wind up dead Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead Needle and the thread, gonna wind up dead Needle and the thread, Needle and the thread, gotta get you out of my head Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head |
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(falling on my knees) I'll be needing stitches Shaking, falling onto my knees Aching, begging you to come help You watch me bleed (begging, Baby, please) until I can't breathe (and I'll be needing stitches) And now that I'm without your kisses Tripping over myself, |
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I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches I'm without your kisses (And now that) And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches (And now that) I'll be needing stitches |
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