| One pound of flesh, no more, no less
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| Punching my heart, and pounding my chest
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| Bulging tongue, blood on my breath
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| Devour the hour until there’s nothing left
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| The way you’re smiling, tantalizing
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| Carving the bedpost, counting the passing days
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| Swirling embers ignite my desire
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| To set fire to this house ablaze
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| She’s got those bedroom eyes
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| Now I finally realize
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| You’re the sugar that makes the medicine taste so sweet
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| All your preaches bring my to my knees
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| When you wave your hand you’re parting the big blue seas
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| Praise the lord, now you’ve sold out every seat
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| I’ll follow you to the gates of hell
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| I’ve got a story and a soul to sell
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| Nose in the dirt, sniffing your scent
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| No reason to pray, confess or repent
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| Damage done and I’m mending my wounds
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| A headless thought is polluting the womb
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| The floor is crawling to exit the room
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| Not a second to late, not a minute too soon
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| And now I realize
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| What’s behind those bedroom eyes
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| You’re the sugar that makes the medicine taste so sweet
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| All your preaches bring my to my knees
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| When you wave your hand you’re parting the big blue seas
|
| Praise the lord, now you’ve sold out every seat
|
| I’ll follow you to the gates of hell
|
| I’ve got a story and a soul to sell
|
| Nose in the dirt, sniffing your scent
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| No reason to pray, confess or repent
|
| You’re the sugar that makes the medicine taste so sweet
|
| All your preaches bring my to my knees
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| When you wave your hand you’re parting the big blue seas
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| Praise the lord, now we’ll sell out every seat
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| Tastes so sweet |