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There is a child and she sleeps in the gutter |
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Don't close your eyes and she's easy to see |
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She is not your child, she's always another's |
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And those you abandon they are left to me |
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And know I will impale her like a knife |
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Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me |
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Listen now closely and hear how |
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I planned it |
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Please let me tell you just how it will be |
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She'll feel the pain but she won't understand it |
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She'll think it's her fate but will know it's me |
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And know I will impale her like a knife |
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Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me |
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So let me know, have |
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I been clear? |
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That I will magnify each cut and every bruise and every single childhood tear |
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I'll pick her scabs, cripple a hand |
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Push a finger in each wound |
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I makeNow tell me, then do you understand? |
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Do you understand? |
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Do you understand? |
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Do you understand? |
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Do you understand? |
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And know I will impale her like a knife |
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Leave her twisting day after day after day of a very short life with me |
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With me? With me |
