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You feed this disease |
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which you shelter underneath the stars |
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and dream of better things rendered helpless |
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by those wicked charms |
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But please don't believe when I say |
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it's hard to breathe |
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Save me even as you break me |
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Every time you rape me leave me coming all undone |
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Praise me, Turn your back and hate me |
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Every time you waste me, |
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Keep me underneath your thumb |
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You bleed on the sheets |
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Whisper softly how you love the stars |
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Then plead on your knees |
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Pledge your promises to do no harm |
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But please just let me be |
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I still find it hard to breathe |
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Save me even as you break me |
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Every time you make me |
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Leave me coming all undone |
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Praise me, Turn your back and hate me |
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Every time you waste me, |
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Keep me underneath your thumb |
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Save me, even as you break me |
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Every time you rape me |
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leave me coming all undone |
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Praise me, Turn your back and hate me |
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Every time you waste me, |
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Keep me underneath your thumb |
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Save me, don't turn your back and break me |
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Every time you rape me |
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leave me coming all undone |