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I smell your blood, my love |
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But I can't taste it yet |
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I have your mind, my love |
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But I can't waste it yet |
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Please understand, my love |
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I find this sickening but |
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My head is ice, my love |
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My skin is thickening |
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But oh my love |
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We could still be friends |
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And oh my love |
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With me you must contend |
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I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me |
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I'm gonna turn on you, can you conjure me? |
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And walk the mile into this web of my conspiracy, oh |
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I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me |
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I'm in a hole |
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But I don't feel the safety net |
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I have your soul |
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But I am wasting it |
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But oh my love |
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We could still be friends |
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And oh my love |
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With me you must contend |
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I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me |
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I'm gonna turn on you can you conjure me? |
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And walk the mile into this web of my conspiracy, yeah |
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I'm gonna turn on you before you turn on me |
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I'm gonna turn on you |
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I'm gonna turn on you |
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Before you turn on me |
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Before you turn on me |
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I'm gonna turn on you |
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I'm gonna turn on you |
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Before you turn on me |
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Before you turn on me |
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I'm gonna turn on you |
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I'm gonna turn on you |
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Before you turn on me |
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Before you turn on me |
