| You believe in mutilation like it means something
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| Blood cuts on the wrists, dirty bruises, scratches
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| Wet hair on the damp floor
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| Bound by ropes, candle wax, tears, terror
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| All beautiful memories, beautiful
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| Right from the start I knew we couldn’t go on long
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| One of us was going to have to back away
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| After all the stories I just can’t go on now
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| After all the lies I wish you’d go away
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| Staring at your face at the foot of my bed frame
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| You’re defying me to take you back again
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| Slowly slip the noose cock it ever closer
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| Staring at your face I want it back again
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| Right from the start I knew we couldn’t go on long
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| One of us was going to have to back away
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| After all the stories I just can’t go on now
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| After all the lies I wish you go away
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| Staring at your face at the foot of my bed frame
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| You’re defying me to take you back again
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| Slowly slip the noose cock it ever tighter
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| Staring at your face I want it back again |