| Oh, the sweetest mark upon your list
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| Is your own seductive, oh, death wish
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| And God above no interventionist
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| Stands as you’re strangled by the devil’s fist
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| Oh, I took your head upon my chest
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| For a bitter sweet, oh, second
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| And how you tear away from it
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| And fade away into the abyss
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| There;s a bad moon rising up the hill
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| Oh, as you write your own will
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| Oh, leave me be, there’s nothing left
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| But a gaunt portrait of a masochist
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| Oh, I bear witness to the deepest sadness
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| Housed within my breast
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| Oh, was your head upon my chest
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| Did I dream you there, were my eyes amiss?
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| For the windowpane is cracked straight through
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| Colored with mistake he can’t see through
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| Shine light on all the colors in you
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| And now I know what painted you |