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Poetic madness, drains from my mind |
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You've fucked me there too many times |
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Heart in throat, I'm all choked up |
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Heart in throat, I'm all choked up |
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I wish I was |
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Now give me sanity |
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This is the love, I can't control |
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And now you've lost it |
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And you're just so fucking crazy |
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You make me crazy |
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Dope sick and depressed |
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But she's magnetic |
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She's so magnetic |
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You , you make, you make me |
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You make me crazy |
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You make me so fucking crazy |
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Fucking crazy, fucking crazy |
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A bittersweet orgasmic mind fuck |
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Or the smoothest sheet of something stainless |
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Will pleasure me for now |
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And now I find myself where the needle was too weak |
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And now I find myself where the razor couldn't speak |
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Now cover me |
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In your green essence, lovely |
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Distance, where I can't touch you |
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That's where the gun will touch you |
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Paint up your pretty face |
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You're something I wish I was |
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Paint up your pretty face |
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Give me this agony |
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Paint up your pretty face |
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Paint up your pretty face |
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Paint up your pretty face |
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Her makeup smears away |
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With the tears |
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That eyeliners runnin' |
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And she's runnin' away from me |
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The lipstick stains like gold |
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And for that moment |
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I wanted to be her |
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Feeling, how I failed her |
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Right now, the drama bites hard |
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You're the poison in the bottle |
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In that, just knocked me out |
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A simulcast signing off, yeah |
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Mind controls a bitch |
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I'm on that downer depressant |
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That overcast chill |
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And she's just so fucking sexy |
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Yeah, lips like sin, die like sin |
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Lips like sin, die like sin |
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I'm on that downer depressant |
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That overcast chill |
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She's dressed in black and dressed to kill |
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Lips like sin |
