| There’s a little piece of you tangled in my hair
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| Get it out, I don’t want it there
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| There’s a little piece of you clawing at my ribcage
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| Let it out, it needs to be saved
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| Hell No
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| Mother you’re wrong that fucker’s not gone
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| He’s here in my bed, dying
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| Rotting away, just smell that decay
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| While you’re all asleep I’m crying
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| There’s a little piece of you still catching on my ribbon
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| Get it off, 'cause I simply don’t love you
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| Not again, I’m not broken
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| Hell No
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| Mother you’re wrong that fucker’s not gone
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| He’s here in my bed, dying
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| Rotting away, just smell that decay
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| While you’re all asleep I’m crying
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| He has locked me up
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| Punched air holes in this box
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| Left me in this cage
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| Left me here for days
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| And I can’t find signs for an exit
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| Collectively we find
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| A person can’t survive
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| Without an ounce of love
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| Without an ounce of woe
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| Mother you’re wrong that fucker’s not gone
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| He’s here in my bed, dying
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| Rotting away, just smell that decay
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| While you’re all asleep I’m crying |