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If you're gonna rip my heart out Could you use a knife that's dull and rust in color (Once I die) there will be no way that you can cover That scar It's hard I know And if I get a little blood on you Finally the world will know you're guilty (know you're wrong) of taking everything you've gotten from me No heart It's hard I know Mighty King of Avondale I just can't let this go Real life ain't no fairy tale I just thought you should know When you're finished with the surgery I really hope that you will turn to me and Tell me all about the fun you had When you were cuttin' up... You were cuttin' up Living like a fairy tale The mighty King of Avondale It all went to his head this royalty I stuck a knife into his back Inventiveness is what I lack He's always hanging up on loyalty (You're wrong) (You're wrong) Return to Yellowcard lyrics |