| The beauty spot was borrowed
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| Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
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| I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
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| Burn your empty rain down on me
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| Whisper your deathbeat so softly
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| We bend our knees at the altar of my ego
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| You drained my heart and made a spade
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| But there's still traces of me in your veins
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| You drained my heart and made a spade
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| But there's still traces of me in your veins
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| All my lilies' mouths are open
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| Like they're begging for dope and hoping
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| Their bitter petal chant "We can
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| Kick, you won't be back"
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| I'm a diamond that is tired
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| Of all the faces I've acquired
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| We must secure the shadow ere
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| The substance fades
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| You drained my heart and made a spade
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| But there's still traces of me in your veins
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| And we said 'till we die
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| And we said 'till we die
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| You drained my heart and made a spade
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| But there's still traces of me in your veins
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| You drained my heart and made a spade
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| But there's still traces of me in your veins
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| You drained my heart and made a spade
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| But there's still traces of me in your veins
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| And we said 'till we die
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| And we said 'till we die |