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