| Can you lick my wounds please?
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| Can you make it numb?
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| And kill the pain like Cortizone
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| And grant me intimacy
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| How’ll we split your chromosomes?
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone, I’ll find you)
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| Yeah more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone, I’ll find you)
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| I turn a stone I’ll find you there
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| Into reflected light I’ll stare
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| You blind me with flash bulbs
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| And puzzle me with syllables
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| (Back to sleep)
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone, I’ll find you)
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone, I’ll find you)
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| Yeah, more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone, I’ll find you)
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| My head’s between my knees again
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| Got a needle set to zero
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| And you can shoot me hurricanes
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| Don’t spare me the details
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone I’ll find you)
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| (I'll turn a stone I’ll find you)
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| Yea, more sweet narcossis
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| More sweet
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| More sweet
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| (Iconography)
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| You look great, in bloodstains
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| (Fucks with me) |