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I'll be grazing by your window |
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Please come pat me on the head |
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I just want to find out what you're nice to me for |
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When i look up, don't think i don't know |
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About all the scabs you dread |
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It's hard to stomach the gore |
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I know you don't have the patience |
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To peel them off no more |
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In a jar where you believe |
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All i could do was lick your hand |
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In a jar the scars are plain to see |
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I hope somehow you'll know i understand |
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I'll be grazing by your window |
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Please come pat me on the head |
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I just want to find out what you're nice to me for |
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Then you smile and decide to take me in |
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'cause i look you by your bed |
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But i can feel it just a little more |
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I'll watch you fall apart, babe you know it |
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You know i'm young and stuff, babe don't blow it |
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Just unscrew the top, yeah |
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Pick me up now just can't stop |
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In a jar where you believe |
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All i could do was lick your hand |
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In a jar where scars are plain to see |
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I hope somehow you'll know i understand |
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Scabs collect beneath your bureau |
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From the knife wounds you got |
