| Get out
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| I can still taste your skin
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| It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it
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| Hedonist, with your legs open
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| The better to incite a foreign sin with
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| Why try
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| I’m so broken and sick
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| Optimism is a euphemism for delusion
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| When all is said and over with
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| You’re desperate for attention
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| Sanity is slowly slipping
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| I can’t live this way
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| I would rather constantly convince myself that I’m alright
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| I swallow you down in a bottomless glass
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| I can stop when I want; |
| I just want this to last
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| Disillusion myself so we don’t have a past
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| Sew our limbs together so we’ll stay attached
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| I’m impressed by your feigned affection
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| Insincere repentance
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| Ignorant intentions
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| But something inside me finds a way to think that you’re not wrong
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| Our makeshift mends are delicate and we know we don’t belong
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| I’m still here, against my will, should’ve folded so long ago
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| Deception lies in your lion’s teeth that grab me by the throat
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| Words fall off my tongue
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| But my mouth stays closed
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| And I’ll stitch it shut
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| So no one knows
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| Get out
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| I can still taste your skin
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| It reeks of all the other lips that kissed it
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| Hedonist, with your legs open
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| The better to incite a foreign sin with
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| Why try
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| I’m still broken and sick
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| Pessimism is the only reasonable conviction
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| When all is said and over with, I’m desperate for this fiction
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| I’m pathetic
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| You’re synthetic
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| My metathetic rhetoric is cynical and lyrical
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| Cyclical and personal
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| I’m such a fool for you
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| Words fall off my tongue
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| But my mouth stays closed
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| And I’ll stitch it shut
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| So no one knows |