| I used to run to you but we’re through
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| I used to lean on you but we’re through
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| Today I’m going away
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| Cuz I needed something from you
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| That shit you’re ashamed of
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| That’s sick and disgusting
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| Your pride wouldn’t let it get by
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| And love is not enough
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| It’s over, and so am I
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| I need your blood and guts
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| Give me your blood motherfucker
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| I want you
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| All of you
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| Like we’re two
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| Oh, desperate lovers
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| But we’re through
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| I used to pray for you but we’re through
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| My half, my better half
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| The half that knows nothing of ethic or moral stance
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| Incestuous touching, ain’t something she’s afraid to dream
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| We’re neither judged nor judging, we’re free
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| Like you wish you could be
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| I only need one thing
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| (Let it out)
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| They try to find holes in my story
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| And I just point to holes in my body
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| Holes that tell the tales of knife wounds and gun wounds
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| The struggle and suffering and murder and robbery
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| There’s no scars on that body, there’s no cuts
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| There’s no story worth telling all of us
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| There’s no soul in that body, there’s no trust
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| There’s only one thing inside you
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| Only blood
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| (Let it out)
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| I used to bleed for you but we’re through
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| I used to kill for you but we’re through
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| I used to fuck for you but we’re through
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| But we’re through |