| Like the other girls before me
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| Tuck us in and tell us stories
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| So we don’t have to think about it (don't think about it)
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| Steal the fruit inside it’s rotting
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| Take a bite, tell me I’m lying
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| It’s better not to think about it (don't think about it)
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| Gimme white lies
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| Gimme one more
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| Gimme one more
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| Gimme white lies
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| Gimme one more
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| Gimme one more
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| You’re afraid of what you see
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| Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
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| You’re depraved, soak into the bone
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| God forgave, wash away what’s left of my blood
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| It’s a curse it’s not a blessing
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| That I can see what you want me to see
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| But I don’t want to think about it (can't think about it)
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| Gimme white lies
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| Gimme one more
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| Gimme one more
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| Gimme white lies
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| Gimme one more
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| Gimme one more
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| You’re afraid of what you see
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| Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
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| You’re depraved, soak into the bone
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| God forgave, wash away what’s left of my blood
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| Father, It’s easy to tell you what you wanna hear
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| It’s easy to make myself just smaller
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| It’s easy to pray that fate won’t interfere
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| I’ll disappear, disappear, disappear
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| You’re afraid of what you see
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| Victim of, this is not the voice in my head
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| You’re depraved, soak into the bone
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| God forgave, wash away what’s left of my blood
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| You’re afraid of what you see
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| God forgave, wash away what’s left of my blood |