| He handed me a pair of pliers
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| And he told me to pull out his teeth
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| Because as long as he had them
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| He’d use them to do bad things
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| You’re cold on the inside
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| There’s a dog in your heart
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| And it tells you to tear everything apart
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| My body’s covered in teeth marks
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| Your bite’s worse than your bark
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| You ruin everything you touch
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| And destroy anyone you love
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| You’re all over me
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| He’d sunk his teeth into the flesh of many others
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| Infecting them with whatever was already inside him
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| He’d broken all their hymens
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| Cut them open and played inside them
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| He’d hollowed out their bodies
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| So they’d feel just empty as him
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| You’re cold on the inside
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| There’s a dog in your heart
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| And it tells you to tear everything apart
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| You draw blood just to taste it
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| You hold bones just to break them
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| You ruin everything you touch
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| And destroy anyone you love
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| You’re all over me |