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Dream, lay next to me. |
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I felt your body quiver in silence, wrapped in disease. |
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Well, no one has found such luck, a lion's bite. |
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The ugly duck lies in the corner, a headache for lovers, |
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A whore to end up on her knees. |
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Mother, we're sick of this, |
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Your flowers, your scripture, your ignorant bliss. |
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Mother, we're sick of these games. |
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Our father, is that who to blame? |
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Lay next to me, |
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Give me a reason to believe, |
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We don't belong here. |
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I'll catch your dreams. |
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We can do better than this. [x2] |
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Dream, lie once for me. (1,2,3) |
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I felt your tongue chase demons and bad taste right out of me. |
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Well, still caught in such bad luck, a nervous voice. |
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The ugly duck lies in a corner, spreads legs for lovers |
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and watches them choke on disease. |
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Lover, I'm sick of this. |
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Your smile, your swallow, your innocent kiss. |
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Lover, I'm sick of these games. |
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Your father, is that who's to blame? |
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Lay next to me, |
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Give me a reason to believe, |
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We don't belong here. |
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I'll catch your dreams. |
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We can do better than this. [x2] |
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Still, nothing has changed. |
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Do we eat where we shit now? |
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It's sick and deranged. |
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Now our smiles bring cancer. [x2] |
