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Soft skin and Annotatedead hair |
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And these tired eyes |
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And I want to f**k to myself |
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And I want to eat my self |
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Broad back and bad tits yes I know my kind |
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Raw mouth worn out I've never felt so alive |
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You've realized that I'll let you hurt me |
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And now you want to do it all of the time |
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No bruise is permanent neither am I |
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But you're welcome to try and try |
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In the most ecstatic of senses |
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I have embraced my suffering |
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Twenty six years of false pretenses |
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Again pretending to care about men |
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I am loved insofar as I cherish this pain |
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You should shut your mouth |
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Because language means nothing |
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When every set of fingers leaves a different dig on my hips |
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Too big on my back it's too big |
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When I get you alone I'll point out all of my problems |
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Then I'll lay still |
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While you try and resolve them |
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And you can read the story of my last six weeks |
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In little black bruises |
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And marks from boy's teeth |
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And that shit hurts |
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But if I'm anything less than perfection |
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Well shit |
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Nobody told me |
