| Turn her over
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| A candle is lit, I see through her
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| Blow it out and save all her ashes for me
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| Curse me, sold her
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| The poison that runs its course through her
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| Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over, all over
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| Watch me fault her
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| «You're living like a disaster.»
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| She said, «kill me faster»
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| With strawberry gashes all over
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| Called her over
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| And asked her if she was improving
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| She said, «Feels fine
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| It’s wonderful, wonderful here.»
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| Hex me, told her
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| I dreamt of a devil that knew her
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| Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over, all over
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| Watch me fault her
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| «You're living like a disaster.»
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| She said, «kill me faster»
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| With strawberry gashes all over, all over
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| I lay quiet
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| Waiting for her voice to say
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| «Some things you lose
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| And some things you just give away.»
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| Scold me, failed her
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| If only I’d held on tighter to her
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| Pale white skin
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| That twisted and withered away from me, away from me
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| Watch me lose her
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| It’s almost like losing myself
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| Give her my soul
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| And let them take somebody else—
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| Get away from me!
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| Watch me fault her
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| «You're living like a disaster.»
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| She said, «kill me faster»
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| With strawberry gashes all over, all over me! |