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Can't you see how far I've bent |
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Fuel abuse at my expense |
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The limbs that crawl up silken threads |
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And swift entomb the not quite dead |
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That sickening numbness hindsight hides |
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Like spiders creeps out from inside |
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Remember |
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Simply don't pretend |
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Both good and bad will come to end |
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How love's blindfold wears so thin |
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The world's too strange when seen without |
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The arrow's head plunged so far in |
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My body taught me just how to live on without |
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You tore away a part of my body |
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So virgin pure |
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You fed off blood from my soul |
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No longer will your silhouette haunt me |
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Reject obsession |
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Let it burn in the cold |
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Writhing |
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Wriggling free |
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From all the superficial constraints |
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But that sickening numbness hindsight hides |
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Like spiders creeps out from inside |
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How love's blindfold wears so thin |
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The world's too strange when seen without |
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The arrow's head plunged so far in |
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My body taught me just how to live on without |
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Your fingers burn their prints on my skin |
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But greedy hands can't grope their way into my mind |
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No more will your venom reach my awe-glazed eyes |
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Permanent scars |
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Though my last hope was strangled |
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Although you've burned me |
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That corpse constantly shadowing my every move |
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With each step I take pavement grinds my flesh away |
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The precious static rest beneath my slumber holds me up |
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Though persuasion pulls me down |
