| I bleach the sky
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| every night
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| Loaded on wrong
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| and further from right
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| Spinning around
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| two howling moons
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| cos there always there
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| whatever i do The river is loaded
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| i’ve been there today
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| took it some questions
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| she does me again
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| i’d die in your arms
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| if you were dead too
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| here comes a lie
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| we will always be true
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| going up when coming down
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| scratch away
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| it’s the little things that kill
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| tearing at my brains again
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| the little things that kill
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| the little things that kill
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| bigger you give
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| bigger you get
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| we’re boss at denial
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| but best at forget
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| cupboard is empty
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| we really need food
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| summer is winter
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| and you always knew
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| going up when coming down
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| scratch away
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| it’s the little things that kill
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| tearing at my brains again
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| the little things that kill
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| the little things that kill
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| i touch your mouth
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| my willy is food
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| addicted to love
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| i’m addicted to fools
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| i kill you once
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| i kill you again
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| we’re starving and crude
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| welcome my friends to the little things that kill
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| tearing at my brains again
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| the little things that kill
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| tearing at my brains again
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| it’s the little
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| here come the little things
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| here come the little
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| little things that kill you… |