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If there was a demon would you hold her? |
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And be a nurse by her side? |
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I'll take a corset of your words, |
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Tie them up high, and bind them. |
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You seem like you've always been, |
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Wrote a book that's already been read, |
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And if there was a beast would you hold him? |
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And be a doctor by his side? |
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He'll take the drugs that you've stolen, |
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You'll be drunk on electric wine. |
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Oh this town you've never seen before, |
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There's always big guns at your door, |
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The sentiment of class is blood born, |
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I'd like to write a song for you, |
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With arms wide open the way I do, |
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And I'd like to tell the truth to you, |
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Shot through the chest the way I do. |
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If there was a demon would you hold her? |
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And be a nurse by her side? |
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I'll take a corset of your words, |
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tie them up high and bind them. |
