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You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken |
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You're asking when do |
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I stop, when the bottle's empty? |
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Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all |
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Pink, pink |
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Roses, roses |
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Nomad drowning rat black, black |
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So black you can't even grasp the fact |
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Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all |
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Lead with your need as |
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God descends |
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Pink, pink |
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Roses, roses |
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Cold in the ground, what gets me this down? |
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The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown |
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I want to drink you |
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Scare youFuck you and film you |
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Pink, pink |
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Roses, roses |
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And if it ain't sold |
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Platinum or gold |
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This'll be the biggest liar that had lived |
