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Tuck me into bed with snakes. |
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Tuck me in with the tarantulas, |
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I wanna let 'em in my mouth and down my throat to lay their eggs. |
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Tuck me into where there's bleeding, |
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Where it spills out of the walls onto the floor. |
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Tuck me into where your best friend's apologies amount to shit, |
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They always did, for ever more. |
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I pour out onto the floor like liquid white from fallen glass, |
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Nothing to cry over |
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My skin went sour long ago |
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It knew it had nowhere else to go. |
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Tuck me into where i'm falling, |
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Where i can feel the heat rise underneath my wings. |
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And all the fallen angels in hell will tuck me away from you, |
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Take me away from everything. |
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Tuck me into where there's dying, |
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Tuck me in with flames and tuck me in with flies, |
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Maybe then you will appreciate your only friend |
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With maggots in her eyes or as ashes in the sky. |
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I pour out onto the floor like liquid white from fallen glass, |
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Nothing to cry over |
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My skin went sour long ago |
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It knew it had no place left to go. |
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I pour out onto the floor like liquid white from fallen glass, |
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Nothing to cry over |
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My skin went sour long ago |
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It knew it had no place left to go. |