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I've got infection turned to marrow in my bones |
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Transmitted sexually to thoughts of us alone |
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I can't pretend to live so comfortably |
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When the mess you lade left bitter tastes about my tongue and cheeks |
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Pushing up daisies and roses |
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Turning to dust in our hands |
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Out in the woods is a place you can bury your dead |
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Where it gets so lonely |
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I've got something I need to show you alone |
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So long redemption there's no part that fits me best |
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I've jailed affection and have sentenced him to death |
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I wont defend the guilt your love is charged |
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A jury made of conscience reads the calling of their hearts |
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Pushing up daisies and roses |
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Turning to dust in our hands |
| [01:56.34] |
Out in the woods is a place you can bury your dead |
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Where it gets so lonely |
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I've got something I need to show you alone |
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Where it gets so lonely |
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I've got something I need to show you alone |
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