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She's made of hair and bone and little teeth |
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And things I cannot speak |
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She comes on like a crippled plaything |
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Spine is just a string |
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I wrapped our love in all this foil |
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Silver-tight like spider legs |
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I never wanted it to ever spoil |
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But flies will lay their eggs |
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Take your hatred out on me |
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Make your victim my head |
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You never ever believed in me |
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I am your tourniquet |
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Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly |
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Sealed up with virgin stitch |
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If it hurts baby, please tell me |
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Preserve the innocence |
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I never wanted it to end like this |
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But flies will lay their eggs |
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Take your hatred out on me |
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Make your victim my head |
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You never ever believed in me |
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I am your tourniquet |
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What I wanted |
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What I needed |
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I got from me |
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What I wanted |
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What I needed |
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I got from me |
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Take your hatred out on me |
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Make your victim my head |
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You never ever believed in me |
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I am your tourniquet |
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Take out |
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Take out |
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From me |
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I am your tourniquet |
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Not even I believed in me |
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I am your tourniquet |
