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Petit Mort, i asked you for an answer |
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Petit Mort, i sang until you slept |
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Petit Mort, you took yourself, you bastard |
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Petit Mort, now sleeping's all that's left |
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you took apart the sympathetic angle |
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when you catered to the bitterness inside |
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aligned yourself with depths I couldn't handle |
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a million daily deaths before you die |
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gathered a bouquet |
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roses and posies |
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and straightened my tie |
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when I got there, you were nowhere i could find |
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through layer after layer of subconscious |
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i hunted for a reason in the woods |
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i tore apart the map and started backwards |
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i couldn't picture living there for good |
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i left you there to finish setting fires |
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i left you there to propagate your lie |
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i left you there cos honey, I was tired |
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i left you but that doesn't make it right |
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i remember your bedroom |
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ivy and clover |
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you kept me alive |
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knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside |
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Petit Mort, i asked you for an answer |
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Petit Mort, i sang until you slept |
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Petit Mort, you took yourself, you bastard |
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Petit Mort, now sleeping's all that's left |