| January is the color of her skin
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| February are her lips so inviting
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| Silk hair as short as her fuse
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| She’s been damaged, she’s been misused
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| Her eyes reflect like the rain on the pavement
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| I take control, she explodes, sink into her depths
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| I’m the tremble in her voice when she attempts to speak
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| Fixate on the frailty
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| We lie awake and watch it grow
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| She hesitates to grab a hold
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| Her body shakes, her breath is cold
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| To keep her safe is all I know
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| Her lipstick stains like acid rain
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| Dissolving away my sense of restraint
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| The streetlamps burned through the cloak of the fog
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| Concealing the violence, I’ve been stung by the wasp
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| So come to me
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| No sense of restraint
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| So come for me
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| Come with me and disappear without a trace
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| Criminal, in how I crave the way she tastes
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| I’m the rapture in her head when she attempts to sleep
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| It’s haunting, she kills me
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| No time or place to take it slow
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| And my head aches but I refuse to go
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| Her face as soft as snow
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| She looks so lost but she feels like home
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| Her lipstick stains like acid rain
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| Dissolving away my sense of restraint
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| Streetlamps burned through the cloak of the fog
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| Concealing the violence, I’ve been stung by the wasp
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| So come to me
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| No sense of restraint
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| So come for me
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| I will wait endlessly
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| I will break you carefully
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| So take me harmfully
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| You fit so perfect
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| I will wait
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| Her lipstick stains like acid rain
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| Dissolving the way my sense of restraint
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| The streetlamps burn through the cloak of the fog
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| Concealing the violence, I’ve been stung…
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| Some hurt me again, it’s not worth saving
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| The heart that I’ve spent my whole life breaking
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| The windshield cracks through the cloak of the fog
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| Concealing in silence, I’ve been stung by the wasp |