| My head is in a black frame
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| Got your words all over my grave
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| He was a picture like no one would believe
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| With a hit flask and a white mask
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| A flame head and an empty bed, I
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| Walked a mile out of town just to see
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| Gravel 'neath the portrait
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| Your paint covering up the crack, so cracked up
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| If your coming back to visit me
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| He was the wealthiest poor man
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| And he was the emptiest tunnel
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| 'Neath the dark, darkest river to the sea
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| You were my black thorn
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| Underneath my ground and now my
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| My shaking hands forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| With a flat hat and a sharpened
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| Nose a body that crumbled under
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| The cold and the wind and hail
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| And rain of our bitter streets
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| He called me sweetheart
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| I sold him my soul in return
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| For his charm and he used
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| My pain to suck my blood
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| To suck my blood
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| He came back twice and
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| I wore him like an old shirt
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| Wrapped me up and cut up my
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| Skin and made me weep, weep, weep weep
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| Oh, my head is in a black frame
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| Got your words branded on my brain
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| I went insane so he could feel like a man again
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| You were my black thorn
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| Underneath my ground and now
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| My shaking hands forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| And
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| You were my black thorn
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| Underneath my ground and now
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| My shaking hands forever bleed
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| Oh and I say it to you
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| You were my black thorn
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| Underneath my ground and now
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| My shaking hands forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed
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| Forever bleed |