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My heart's riddled with stitches |
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I'm an asphyxiated kind of blow |
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And I've become arthritis |
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From touching you |
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I've become arthritis |
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Oh! |
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Anesthetic don't come cheap |
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We all float, we all float down here |
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We all float, we all float down |
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You're white and tasteless |
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Wide-eyed and shameless |
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Do you get it yet? |
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My conscience ain't clear |
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How the hell did I end up here? |
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Do you get it? Get it? Get it yet? |
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Get it? Get it? Get it yet? |
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Reaping machines taking hold of me |
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And let me underneath, so it can be |
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Always a part of me |
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We'll be fucking inseparable |
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We'll be fucking inseparable |
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I can't breathe |
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(What have you done?) |
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I can't breathe |
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(What have you done to me?) |
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We all float, we all float down |
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You're white and tasteless |
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Wide-eyed and shameless |
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Do you get it yet? |
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My conscience ain't clear |
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How the hell did I end up here? |
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Do you get it? Get it? Get it yet? |
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Get it? Get it? Get it yet? |
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We all float down here |
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And you'll float here too |
