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Everything I do seems like I'm trying to be rude, |
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And everything I say is always taken the wrong way, |
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And I don't really care about the things you like, |
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But I pretend I do because you love m when I lie. |
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The only faces that I pull, |
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Are the faces of a skull, |
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Your piggy fat and cartilage, |
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Hide the skeletal damage. |
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When you cracked your head you couldn't laugh for the tears, |
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And when we got back home you washed the blood off with your beer. |
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And if you cannot take another night I'm his arms, |
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Them I'll nick all the batteries from his fire alarms. |
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Your sunken eyes and writing flesh, |
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Tell me that you couldn't care less, |
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The only faces that I pull are the faces of a skull. |
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Behind your lips there comes a grin, |
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An acknowledgment of sin, |
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The only faces that I pull, |
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Are the faces of a skull. |
