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[Dolving talks] "Come a little bit closer. So I can see what you taste like. A pale face. A vision of suicide. Dead ends and a St.Jude figurine. Bury me in a shallow grave. So the dogs can dig me out. If I die tonight, well that suits me fine. 'Caus I'd be better off covered in lye." [Chorus:] |
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This one is abysmal. |
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This one is a oneway ticket down. |
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Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but |
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I lost that too. |
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So what am |
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I gonna do now? |
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I sold my soul for a reasonable stake. |
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The devil done paved the way. |
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And I'll claim the prize 'til the day |
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I go, When all hell comes to carry me home. |
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A beckoning shape. |
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A crow to lead me on. |
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Lower me down below. [Chorus:] |
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This one is abysmal. |
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This one is a oneway ticket down. |
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Some say there ain't nothing to lose, but |
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I lost that too. |
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So what am |
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I gonna do now? |
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The Peripherol know the cold centre of hate, |
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It burns clean and kills the pain. |
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I'll cut you open and spit in your eyes. |
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A foul spectacle to behold. |
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A beckoning shape. |
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A crow to lead you on. |
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Lower me down the hatch and swallow me whole. |
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Here I go... |
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Come a little bit closer, |
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Come a little bit closer, |
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Come a little bit closer |
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So i can see what you taste like. |
