| Bursting with blood my fingertips pulse.
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| You didn’t forget me… at least immediately.
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| So here I will hover and feed off your love,
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| I’ll listen from the middle instead of above.
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| Will you fill up my wounds with your styrofoam blood until I forget?
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| Greed for your love… I bleed through this glove.
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| So why’s it aching when I’m laughing at the world?
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| Greed for your love…
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| A quote and a question on a screen suppressed.
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| I know it’s not right 'cause it’s a second impression.
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| But I’d rather I taste my desires of Earth
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| and fill my mind with jewels for all they are worth
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| than discover a diamond decays to a rock and time doesn’t turn.
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| Greed for your love…
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| I bleed through this glove.
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| So why’s it aching when I’m laughing at the world?
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| Greed for your love…
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| 'Cause who are you… to tell me what to do?
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| I will unwrap him just like a present
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| and I will discard him just when I want to thank you…
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| Greed for your love…
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| I bleed through this glove.
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| So why’s it aching when I’m laughing at the world?
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| Greed for your love…
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| Greed for your love…
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| I bleed through this glove.
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| So why’s it aching when I’m laughing at the world?
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| Greed for your love… |