| Cold weather, comes creeping in through the cracks.
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| as i lay back staring into the emptiness
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| when the emptiness stared back
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| I shiver, because somehow i know
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| for the emptiness was offering me…
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| a future position in misery’s front row
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| In misery
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| In misery’s front row
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| In misery
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| Hit it
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| You took my innocence
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| and put it flat on the ground
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| Then I couldn’t hear a single thing here in the darkness
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| except a six inch heel, sounding sound.
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| I began trembling
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| so sweet, yet so vile
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| And the scent of them now, barefoot luscious soles
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| Just makes me want to go fucking crazy
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| because i want to taste them
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| Yes, I want to taste them
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| And I want to sniff them
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| Yes, I want to sniff them
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| Wont you please let me sniff them?
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| Please
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| Let me, let me taste them
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| Wont you please let me taste them
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| You took my red black heel
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| Yes you took it
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| You took my red black heel
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| And you painted it grey
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| You took my red black heel
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| Yes you took it
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| You took my red black heel
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| And you painted it grey
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| You took my red black heel
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| Yes you took it
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| You took my red black heel
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| And you painted it grey |