| I’ve been on to you
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| As an adolescent I eagerly watched you bruise
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| I’ve always felt consumed by an air as thick as fever
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| All the way through my childhood
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| Even today your birthmark burns
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| In a sunshine haze you stay vulnerable
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| God knows I’ve felt like death
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| I get excited by the prospect of it
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| I am elated in the twilight
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| My sex is loaded God knows
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| My lips love misery
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| You’re no longer at ease
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| With keeping vivacious company
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| You’ve been working the dirt
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| Exhuming the silence
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| A primitive violence
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| Your slick doom is seeping through
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| Even today your birthmark burns
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| In a sunshine haze you stay vulnerable
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| God knows I’ve felt like death
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| I get excited by the prospect of it
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| I am elated in the twilight
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| My sex is loaded God knows
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| My lips love misery
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| God knows I’ve felt like death
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| I get excited by the prospect of it
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| I am elated in the twilight
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| My sex is loaded God knows
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| My lips love misery |