| The red poison of your lips
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| The red poison of your eyes
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| Is where I kissed the blood from,
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| Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the white of your smile.
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| Up to my neck
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| When I’m breathing without you, without you
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| Up to my eyes
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| And I’m seeing without you, without you
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| We’ll start a fire,
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| And burn some bridges
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| And make it out of here tonight
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| We’ll start a fire,
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| And burn some bridges
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| And make it out of here tonight
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| We need some leverage
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| We can’t seem to open up The locks are far too tight
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| And the chains are far too strong, far too strong.
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| Up to my eyes
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| And I’m seeing without you, without you
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| Up to my heart
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| When I’m bleeding without you, without you. |