| if it stayed i’d never leave it if that turned around
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| i’d grieve
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| the special dirty things
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| that we used to talk about
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| i mean that
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| loving you is strange
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| and adored by me throughout,
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| oh no its you again
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| someday soon you’ll find that someone
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| waiting for the chance to beat you
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| drooling on the set to feel you,
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| blessing you with every kiss
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| tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
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| 'cause you’re the death of me so precious; |
| loving the thrill
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| such the patient one who needs me the spoiled one who wins
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| so shocking where’s your sense
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| don’t you know
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| i hate you so unsatisfied, you little girl
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| rolling dice
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| and seeming queer
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| bastard love
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| a sick affair
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| let’s see what new disease you’ll fetch,
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| i mean that fucking you is strange
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| and adored by me throughout
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| oh it’s you again
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| blessing you with every kiss
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| so precious you know
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| this hate of mine exploded
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| i’m so deranged you know
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| i will never be the same |