| Tell me she’s your first
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| Tell me she’s your last
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| Tell me that it meant so much to you
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| So much that you wouldn’t take it back
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| Lust in your veins, how many took turns
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| Go ahead, let it burn, you’ve already got the match lit
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| Flesh upon flesh, trust your animal urge
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| Tell me how it felt to have an angel on your mattress
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| Could you see it in her eyes? |
| Could you see it in her eyes?
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| Snake skin kiss, slither 'n' hiss
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| Twist of the hips, smeared cherry red lips
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| Jeans 'round her ankles, ceiling fan spins
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| Mascara rivers dripping off of her chin
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| Adrenaline, hormones, alcohol, torn clothes
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| Tell me who’s upstairs and why is the door closed
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| Hand fulls of meat, blood a settle
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| Tell me how she looked in the eyes of the devil
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| Could you see it in her eyes? |
| Could you see it in her eyes?
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| Nobody burned their long white candles
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| Nobody held their breath
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| Nobody crossed their hearts or hoped to die
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| Nobody poured piss warm beer on the steps
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| Days slip into nights
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| Nights slip into calendars
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| Years ain’t nothing to a dead man’s watch
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| Every second rings a question in the back of my skull
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| Could you see it in her eyes? |
| Could you see it in her eyes?
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| Tell me she’s your first
|
| Tell me she’s your last
|
| Tell me that it meant so much to you
|
| So much that you wouldn’t take it back
|
| Lust in your veins, how many took turns
|
| Go ahead, let it burn, I’ve already got the match lit
|
| Flesh upon flesh, trust your animal urge
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| Tell me how it felt to have an angel on your mattress |