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