| I put it all on black,
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| no color you’re all dressed in And a stab in the back
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| left you bleeding on the floor
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| And I’m mourning the death,
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| the recent passing of your insides
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| I smile in regret
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| every time I think of how I spoke to you
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| I put it all in back
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| of my mind where I hold you
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| I’m just trying to keep track,
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| how far back it really goes
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| And I’m living in lack
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| of the blood sent from the heavens
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| I’m just trying to relax
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| as the killer’s waiting right outside my door
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| What’s black and white? |
| (what's black and white, what’s???)
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| What’s read all over?
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| This tired book (this tirec book, this…)
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| This organ donor
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| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
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| It hasn’t rained in years
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| I bring to you this sacrificial offering
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| of virgin ears
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| Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home (of home)
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| And where that is, I’m pleased as piss to say, I’ll never really know
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| I put 'em all in black,
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| the four walls of my bedroom
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| And I trimmed them in red,
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| peeled your picture off the wall
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| And I’m living in lack
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| of the blood sent from your heartbeat
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| that arrived in your neck
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| every time I salivated over you
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| What’s upside down? |
| (what's updide down, what???)
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| What’s coated in silver?
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| This crucifix is (this crucifix is)
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| my four leaf clover
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| Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
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| It hasn’t rained in years
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| I bring to you this sacrificial offering
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| of virgin ears
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| Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home (of home)
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| And where that is, I’m pleased as piss to say, I’ll never really know
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| One of these days (one of these days)
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| it’s gonna catch up to you
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| Throwing looks like those around
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| One of these nights (one of these nights)
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| I promise to you
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| I’ll soon be sleeping sound,
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| as soon as I leave town |