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Eat your words, eat your heart out |
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Eat your words, eat your heart out |
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There's not much left, just my red dress |
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Just this feeling that I got |
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You made me a victim in your Christmas kitchen |
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It's my memory it's your loss |
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Blue black, maybe you got something |
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But the flowers grew back |
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And was it familiar when you touched my sister |
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God, I don't think there's a word for that |
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Blue black, maybe you got something |
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But the flowers grew black |
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I gave it away, whore for a day |
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It's so ugly, I'm still breathing |
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But you never got my virgin heart |
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It stayed locked up, it's still beating |
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Blue black, maybe you got something |
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But the flowers grew black |
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Eat your words, eat your hat |
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Eat your words, eat your heart out |
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I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme |
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You never had a clue, you can't take it with you |
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I never felt so clean, you did the sin supreme |
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You never had a clue, you can't take it with you |
