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Scissorhands Lyrics by Maggie Lindemann

I mind my business but you keep pullin' me down
I warned you, this won't end well
Swear that I want to
What I touch goes up in flames
I wish that I could change

Oh everebody starin' at me, oh (Oh)
Since you lookin' I put on a fuckin' show (Show)
This is what you chose

Why can't no one understand
I got scissors for my hands?
Hold you closer but I can't
I-I- don't wanna kill a man

Don't come near
Nothing good will come from here
Your scratches won't disappear
I-I, I got, I got scissors for my hands
Scissors for my hands (Scissors for my hands)
I-I, I got, I got scissors for my–

[?] play so I’m alone
Got everybody ten feet from me
I'm only safe when I'm alone
I'm not okay but I'm okay with it

Oh everebody starin' at me, oh (Oh)
Since you lookin' I put on a fuckin' show (Show)
This is what you chose

Why can't no one understand
I got scissors for my hands? (My hands)
Hold you closer but I can't
I-I- don't wanna kill a man (Kill a man)

Don't come near
Nothing good will come from here
Your scratches won't disappear
I-I, I got, I got scissors for my hands
Scissors for my hands (Scissors for my hands)
I-I, I got, I got scissors for my hands
I-I, I got, I got scissors for my hands

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