| Hiding behind the shadows
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| I’ll be waiting in the dark
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| to drive this blade straight through your heart
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| I’ll drag your body to the car
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| as blood races down my arm
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| I think everyone will wonder where you are (tonight)
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| I’ll hide you in my walls
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| your body will never be found
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| I’ll wear your skin as a suit
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| Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to
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| Dear diary my teen angst bullshit has a body count (count)
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| I believe it’s 6 going on 7 now (7 now)
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| I’ve been dreaming about you
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| in a pool of your own blood
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| with your eyes gouged out
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| by the work of my thumbs
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| the scent of your insides
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| from under the floorboards
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| the perfect perfume
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| for settling a score.
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| I’ll hide you in my walls
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| your body will never be found
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| I’ll wear your skin as a suit
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| Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to
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| Pretend to be you, your friends will like you more than they used to
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| Ride the wings of…
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| Ride the wings of…
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| Ride the wings of pestilence!
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| Ride the wings of pestilence!
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| Ride the wings of pestilence!
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| Ride the wings of pestilence! |