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Oh this feels like the Kennedy Curse |
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Ad everything inside is dead |
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I'm on the fence about what feels worse |
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The one leaving or the one in bed |
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In a dream she's talking dirty to me |
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Just in a language that I can't speak |
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Then she kisses my scars |
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As she cuts out my heart |
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And places it right on her sleeve |
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I'm having visions of the way it will end |
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I can see it all now in my head |
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You will cast the first stone |
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My sail will be torn |
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I'll lose my vessel to a dark sea bed |
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Will someone just come and take my heart |
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Get it down in front of moving cars |
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I feel nothing at all |
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So won't someone just come and take my heart |
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And tear it apart |
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Oh my thoughts they remain perverse |
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And I know I am the first of my kin |
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To be born with this curse |
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So persuade and coerce |
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Because I'm willing to be born again |
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Will someone just come and take my heart |
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Set it down in front of moving cars |
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I feel nothing at all |
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So won't someone just come and take my heart |
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And tear it apart |
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And tear it apart |
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And tear it apart |
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Just tear it apart |
