| Your first encounter with the ones who make you
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| Feel a chance to taste their disease
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| Invite you in to lick their skin press open and to feel all as real
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| Your senses low, your pleasures grow
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| White hands sew up the deed
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| Another limb to lift your skin, press open
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| Had to dream it was real
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| Wide open
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| Lick your wounds and come inside
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| With your hands wide open
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| Lick your wounds and come inside
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| With your hands wide
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| As the cord pulls tighter
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| Face is bleeding whiter and whiter
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| As the cord pulls tighter
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| Spots in hell burn brighter and brighter
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| Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin
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| Till the dust hit your skin
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| Their presence knows your way to growth
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| You lust you feel again
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| Hands wide open
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| Close your wounds and come inside
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| You left your hands wide open
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| Close your hands and come inside
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| With your hands wide
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| Friend, so this leads us straight to the end
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| Your life burns dimmer now (uh oh)
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| By our will, you tied yourself
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| Life burns quicker now, with a second hand
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| Oh, as the cord pulls tighter
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| As the cord pulls tighter
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| As the cord pulls tighter
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| As the cord pulls tighter |