| Powder pink
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| Once a veal
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| So tender and innocent
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| Those days are long since gone
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| Haunted obsessed
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| A trailer park princess
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| Baby coffin knuckle deep
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| Meth midnight nocturnal creep
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| The places we could go
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| Under blue skies on empty roads
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| So far away from home
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| No one will find us
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| They’ll never know
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| We’ll hide like disease
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| Just eyes among the trees
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| Show me that fleshy pink piece
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| I’ll eat it on my knees
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| Everyone needs love
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| Fat bulging bloated love
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| I need you more I crave you
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| And I’m here to love ya
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| I’m a sucker for your powder pink paradise your Taj Mahal
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| Your La Cage Aux Folles
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| Your masterpiece in ruins
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| Total carnage smoke and fire
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| Dead city
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| I’ll run through it
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| Our masterpieces congruent
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| Rock hard
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| I’ll plow through it
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| I’ve got no teeth but I still smile
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| We’re haunted but we’re still alive
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| Preserve me
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| You deserve me
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| Wilted flowers among the graves
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| Everyone needs love
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| Fat bulging bloated love
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| I need you more I crave you
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| And I’m here to love ya
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| You heartless motherfucker
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| From one lover to another
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| A perfect day to smother me
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| Your panties hanging from a cherry tree
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| Inch by inch tie the noose
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| Take a bite
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| Pry me loose
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| Preserve me
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| You deserve me
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| Wilted flowers among the graves
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| Crooked witch
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| Your wicked mind
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| Pervert me and contort my spine
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| So I can bend my fragile will
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| Till it’s bound, gagged, tortured, and killed
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| Crooked witch
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| Your wicked mind
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| Pervert me and contort my spine
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| So I can bend my fragile will
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| Till it’s bound, gagged, tortured, and killed
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| Stitch me to the ground
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| Inside out and upside down
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| Serve me to the crowd
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| Let 'em fuckin' tear me apart
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| I’ve got no teeth but I still smile
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| We’re haunted but we’re still alive
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| Preserve me you deserve me
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| Wilted flowers among the graves
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| The places we could go
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| Under blue skies on empty roads
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| So far away from home
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| No one will find us
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| They’ll never know
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| We’ll hide like disease
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| Just eyes among the trees
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| Show me that fleshy pink piece
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| I’ll eat it on my knees
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| Stitch me to the ground
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| Inside out and upside down
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| Serve me to the crowd
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| Let 'em fuckin' tear me apart |