| Everything I do seems like I’m trying to be rude,
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| And everything I say is always taken the wrong way,
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| And I don’t really care about the things you like,
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| But I pretend I do because you love m when I lie.
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| The only faces that I pull,
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| Are the faces of a skull,
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| Your piggy fat and cartilage,
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| Hide the skeletal damage.
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| When you cracked your head you couldn’t laugh for the tears,
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| And when we got back home you washed the blood off with your beer.
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| And if you cannot take another night I’m his arms,
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| Them I’ll nick all the batteries from his fire alarms.
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| Your sunken eyes and writing flesh,
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| Tell me that you couldn’t care less,
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| The only faces that I pull are the faces of a skull.
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| Behind your lips there comes a grin,
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| An acknowledgment of sin,
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| The only faces that I pull,
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| Are the faces of a skull. |