| Won’t you be my skin and bones
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| Now that everything has soured
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| And obscured down underneath
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| Everyone deserves the spoils
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| But you’ve waited way too long
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| Now there’s no apologies
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| A plasticized store bought antiquated whore
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| Thirteen feet buried under the box you left me in
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| I’ve taken you for sport a deafening report
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| The flowers are all dead but I continue to win
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| I don’t wanna be you
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| You’ve always sucked for free
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| I don’t wanna see you
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| Prolific catastrophe
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| With baited breath on pins and needles
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| The mountain starts to move
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| To cut the ocean right in half
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| We’re tightening the screws
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| A plasticized store bought antiquated whore
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| Thirteen feet buried under the box you left me in
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| I’ve taken you for sport a deafening report
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| The flowers are all dead but I continue to win
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| I don’t wanna be you
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| You’ve always sucked for free
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| I don’t wanna see you
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| Prolific catastrophe
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| You’re a damaged ingrate much like the rest of us
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| There’s no coincidence it’s exactly what you thought it was
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| I’m accepting thank yous for the offering of you
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| It worked out well
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| Just exactly what you thought it was
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| I don’t wanna be you
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| You’ve always sucked for free
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| I don’t wanna see you
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| Prolific catastrophe |