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