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Oh lord is it what we really want? |
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I fear the bones inside your body |
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I feel them grow. |
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Oh lord there's a terror in the dark |
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I fear there's nothing in our love |
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I feel it grow. |
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In your limbs and arms and bones |
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I know that we're strong |
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Thinking "What's the harm?" |
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There's a fire in my chest |
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It will extinguish when you're dead |
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It's you I love to hold |
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Before the bones they slowly grow. |
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Oh lord is it what we really want? |
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I fear the bones inside your body |
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I feel them grow. |
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Oh lord there's a terror in the dark |
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I fear there's nothing in our love |
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I feel it grow. |
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In your limbs and arms and bones |
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I know that we're strong |
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Thinking "What's the harm?" |
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And I heard you'll grow old |
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Your muscles turn to bones |
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Trapped in a pretty pose |
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And in your family home |
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I dreamt of our love alone |
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And singing to just one |
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It's you I love to hold |
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Before the bones crush your throat. |