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I sit dumb |
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And I wait to be worked out upon |
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I steal sweets from kids |
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And I pretend that it wasn't his |
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Same time I escape the rope |
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So I put it back about my throat |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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Well, that's all I've got |
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Fallopian rope is dead in knots |
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Corrupt, denied |
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The way a sweet man smiles way out of here |
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He looks up to the exit sign |
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The smile crashed down between the lines |
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Same time I escape the rope |
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So I put it back about my throat |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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I burn all the letters |
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I'm so sick on these words |
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That's my head in your cooking pot |
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Screaming these words unheard |
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I stole your sharpest kitchen knife |
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I cut this in two |
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But I'm still hanging in the half light |
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The shadow of you |
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As I still crawl these floorboards |
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I'm still gagging on your breath |
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Your DNA still dictates my ways |
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A hangnail beneath my undress |
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A hangnail beneath my undress |
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A hangnail beneath my undress |
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Same time I escape the rope |
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So I put it back about my throat |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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[A 'rescue me' sign hanging from the neck |
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I plead life support but I disconnect |
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The wires all around me and I see their distress |
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But essentially I want to die and end this |
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Same time I escape the rope |
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So I put it back about my throat |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit |
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On angels feet beneath I slip |
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Blunt, cold, hard hit] |
