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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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What kind of God is this? Gave me the hottest bitch |
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Then took the life from her chest and left a pile of shit |
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Sloppy with a fork, so Chris gotta feed her |
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To numb to cum, sometimes she piss while I eat her |
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I tell her, keep her head up even though I gotta hold it up for her |
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And she seizure when she try and get up |
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I know I'm perking her but can't stop what's hurting her |
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No sleep with her screaming all night, I'm thinking of murking her |
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Her parents paid for the coffin and left state |
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After signing the contract, do not resuscitate |
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Yellin' for mommy I dip in the morphine to calm me |
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I'm known in town as the creep that's into zombies |
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I can't get that sound you make out of my head |
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I can't even figure out what's making it |
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I can't get that sound you make out of my head |
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I can't even figure out what's making it |
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Stare in her eyes to look past horror |
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Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' horse tranq for her |
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Like I won't have to go through hell again |
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Her skin is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton |
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With each one of her ribs defined my crib's designed |
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To keep the light out cause she can't lift the blinds |
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Drifting behind, I'll be outta friends soon |
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Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his bedroom |
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She's barely alive and taking life from me |
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With no appetite but the meningitis is still hungry |
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Wants to make love |
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But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we take drugs |
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I can't get that sound you make out of my head |
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I can't even figure out what's making it |
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I can't get that sound you make out of my head |
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I can't even figure out what's making it |
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She's cold as a corpse and still holding the source |
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Up in the air like, one day the cover is yours |
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Took the IV out her wrist tried to give me a kiss |
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Before I tasted her lips, she dislocated her hips |
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Started shaking couldn't feed her no medication |
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To scared to beat on her chest in fear It'd cave in |
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Death waved again and each time leaves her |
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In a coma, for a week, to wake up to more seizures |
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But this time ain't like the rest I can see right through her chest |
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And see her heart ain't got no fuckin' beats left |
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Then a voluptuous ghost falls from a host |
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Looking like she did in high school then fades when I get close |
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I can't get that sound you make out of my head |
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I can't even figure out what's making it |
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I can't get that sound you make out of my head |
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I can't even figure out what's making it |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
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I'm feeling down, touch me |
