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Can you lick my wounds please? |
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Can you make it numb? |
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And kill the pain like Cortizone |
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And grant me intimacy |
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How'll we split your chromosomes? |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) |
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Yeah more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) |
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I turn a stone I'll find you there |
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Into reflected light I'll stare |
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You blind me with flash bulbs |
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And puzzle me with syllables |
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(Back to sleep) |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) |
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Yeah, more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone, I'll find you) |
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My head's between my knees again |
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Got a needle set to zero |
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And you can shoot me hurricanes |
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Don't spare me the details |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone I'll find you) |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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(I'll turn a stone I'll find you) |
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Yea, more sweet narcossis |
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More sweet |
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More sweet |
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(Iconography) |
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You look great, in bloodstains |
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(F**ks with me) |