| Like blood to bruise
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| Your clothes clung close to you
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| And they’re grown back
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| To hues of curls you’ve kept from view
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| And my (?)
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| Alas that I saw you
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| As much as each of us
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| We just assumed you knew
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| We knew
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| We do
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| We do, oh
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| We do
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| We do, oh
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| We fucked through your room
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| Which traipse and turn through you
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| Retrace those restless days,
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| Now placed amongst the pews
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| And all as we once
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| When I last laid hands on you
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| Your touch left most of us
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| With tails and tongues removed
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| And we knew
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| So speaks the priest of less reprieves
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| And each forever holds his peace
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| You stumbled once on vows of trust
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| But don’t worry kid
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| Your secret’s safe with us
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| How we all salivate when the bells ring
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| How we all salivate when the bells ring
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| And we all salivate when the bells ring
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| And we all salivate when the bells ring
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| Still we all salivate when the bells ring
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| And we all salivate when the bells ring
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| Still we all salivate when the bells ring
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| Still we all salivate when the bells ring |