| She came to me with baby steps, at first
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| I could not see this blessing it was a curse
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| Her eyes are hollow like an open grave
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| I cannot help myself, I am to blame
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| I gave the baby too much milk to drink
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| Then it got greedy and learned how to think
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| I see it crawling out an open grave
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| I cannot help myself, I am to blame
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| It’s more than I could ever ask of you
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| It’s more
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| It’s more than I could ever take from you
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| It’s too much, more
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| I rock your cradle till the splinters come
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| I tie you up until you come undone
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| We’ll think it over, in your open grave
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| I cannot help myself, I am to blame
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| It’s getting easier to hide from you
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| I set the trap and watch you run into
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| All my obsession coming down in spades
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| I cannot help myself
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| It’s more than I could ever ask of you
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| It’s more
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| It’s more than I could ever take from you
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| It’s too much, more
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| You never punished me, it’s too late
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| Why don’t you keep away?
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| I’ve been so tired but awake
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| While you keep counting down
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| It’s more than I could ever ask of you
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| It’s more
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| It’s more than I could ever take from you
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| It’s too much, more |