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Beautiful you are |
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Although your thirst it does consume |
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Ride the drean a greased up queen |
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Sinking towards the tomb |
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What was once a taste |
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Has now become your own desire |
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Wearing out your flesh |
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Your habit lives while you expire |
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[Chorus:] |
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Knees scabbed up |
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Eyeliner running black |
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Fragile little spiders legs |
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Pupils blown out |
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Blown out to the sky |
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Mushroomed needs |
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It's all too late |
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Panic eye the tide runs low |
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Your nose and arms they crave |
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Time for fuel and sanctuary |
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Fodder for the grave |
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Pretty face, a shattered smile |
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A broken fate within |
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Blue screen baby time's gone out |
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Push the needle in |
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[Chorus] |
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[solo - Coralles] |
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Eye of the camera zooms in on you |
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Capturing moments you wish weren't true |
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Paid in white, junked up and back on your route |
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A vision too bright, must always fade out |
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[solo - Coralles] |
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[solo - Bower] |
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[solo - Coralles] |
