| Violent lovers in the dead of summer
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| Sweat drips like wax upon the helpless insects
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| I find you frightening and all the while exciting
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| It would be a miracle if we both survive the night
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| Breath in deep carbon monoxide
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| Go to sleep, take a trip to the dark side of your
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| Worst nightmare, and you’ll find me there
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| With Charlie’s eyes and a coroner’s smile
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| I’ll take you home
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| And skin you like an orange peel sunrise
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| Stripped to the bone
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| I think we could go all night (that's right)
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| It ain’t a one night stand
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| If we’re lying down
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| The remains of all my lovers
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| Are buried in this town
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| Just like miners' gold
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| A story noone told
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| Of a young girl buried alive and
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| Spinning in her grave
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| I’ll take you home
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| And skin you like an orange peel sunrise
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| Stripped to the bone
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| I think we could go all night
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| I’m on the hotline trippin'
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| Dialin' up your digits
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| And I’m 1(900)Dead-On-Arrival
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| I wake up in a dark room
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| Tied up in the corner
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| Dressed in leather and musk cologne
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| The snake handlers
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| Skin grafts that never heal
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| Flourescent bruises I do not feel
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| You’re too shy
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| To show me where it hurts
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| Baby, tell me what they’ve done to you
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| I’ll kiss it and make it better
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| I’ll take you home
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| And skin you like an orange peel sunrise
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| Stripped to the bone
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| I think we could go all night
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| I’ll take you home
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| And skin you like an orange peel sunrise
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| Stripped to the bone
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| I think we could go all night (that's right) |