| You harp like a screamer
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| You lie like the rest when you’re in your sleep
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| You polish the dreamers
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| But you die like the rest when the cutter comes to creep
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| You wish for it fairer
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| But you collapse on me just as i relate
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| You forget i’m a stander
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| Waiting for something to come and deliver me grace
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| Just like a dirty movie
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| In which you want to rescue
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| The girl in the tailspin
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| Even though she belongs there
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| Scrape the gutters at the edge
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| Cut like flowers in the alley
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| Burn the lula divinia’s ashes now
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| Who’s that lurking in the shadows
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| Scrape the gutters at the edge
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| Cut like flowers in the alley
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| Burn the lula divinia’s ashes now
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| Who’s that lurking in the shadows
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| Begging to bleed
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| You made a believer
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| Out of me when i most hated praise
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| You cost me the failure
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| That i prepped myself from a life in pain
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| You gutted the mother
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| Complex in me as i shot from the gate
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| You scratched at my third gear
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| Waiting for me to catch up and catch fire
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| Just like a dirty movie
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| In which you want to rescue
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| The girl in the tailspin
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| Even though she belongs there
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| I begged you for stronger
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| Command as i sank down to my knees
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| But i couldn’t be wronger
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| As i followed your hand to a much much darker place
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| Scrape the gutters at the edge
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| Cut like flowers in the alley
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| Burn the lula divinia’s ashes now
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| Who’s that lurking in the shadows
|
| Scrape the gutters at the edge
|
| Cut like flowers in the alley
|
| Burn the lula divinia’s ashes now
|
| Who’s that lurking in the shadows
|
| Begging to bleed
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| Scrape the gutters at the edge
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| Who’s that lurking in the shadows
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed…
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| Begging to bleed… |