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Dead hands clutch my arm |
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The smell of death fills the air- |
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Her fragrance, |
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Her carcass reanimates. |
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Oh, if you need me |
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I'll be tying a rope to the tree |
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Around where our love used to be. |
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I've took down every photo |
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Of us and buried them at sea. |
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I've took down every photo |
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And I've buried them at sea. |
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Don't worry sweetie, beauty is only skin deep. |
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Psyche! |
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Your beauty is no more. |
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So why don't you just fuck yourself, you fucking whore. |
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Oh! |
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Your beauty is no, no more. |
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So why don't you just fuck yourself, you stupid fucking whore. |
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Well I should have known, |
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Not to look into her eyes |
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I'm cast to stone, |
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Her glare was my demise. |
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Medusa! |
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Medusa! |
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Oh! |
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Your beauty is no, no more. |
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So why don't you just fuck yourself, you fucking whore. |
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Dead hands clutch my arm |
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The smell of death fills the air- |
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Her fragrance, |
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Her carcass reanimates. |
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(Since you left me) |
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I've never, |
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(Since you left me) |
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Been the same. |
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(Since you left me) |
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I've never |
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(Since you left me) |
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Been the fucking same. |
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Go! |
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Hour by hour, |
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Day by day. |
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Your memory, |
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Will fade away. |
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Every sunrise, |
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Every sunset, |
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Will help me to forget- |
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Your name, |
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Your smile, |
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Your eyes, |
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Medusa! |
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Decapitate her and bring her head to Athena |
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Unlike her sisters, she ain't no deathless god. |
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This is for every time you stabbed me in the back, |
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For every notch in your bed post. |
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This is for every time you stabbed me in the back, |
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For every notch in your bed post, baby! |
![[I Used To Make Out With] Medusa](/storage/17/166660.jpg "[I Used To Make Out With] Medusa")