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The mark of the devil is upon you |
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Your look is no happier than mine |
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Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you shouldn't mind |
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Their legs start a feeling in your stomach |
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Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance |
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Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance |
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old but you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold |
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Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you |
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Chances that perished long ago |
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The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul |
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The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones the nights out are hanging from your waist |
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The years float like dust held in the sunlight with an aftertaste |
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old but you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold |
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La la lala lala la la... |
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old and you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold |
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old and you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling but you fidget and your heart is growing cold |
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La la lala... |
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Oh... |