| From a black widow’s reckoning
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| Your fortuitous spine
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| Opened up like a marionette
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| Danced a whimsical pride
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| Lend a hand to the silver blade
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| Stir your gut 'til it pours
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| Fill our cups with profanity
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| 'Til the earth is stained orange
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| How my tongue dried into the dust
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| How my skin willed a lie
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| Drill a hole in the field
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| Just the size of my thighs
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| Feel as lonely as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do, as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do, I do
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| Dried up seeds neath our parting seas
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| Floating pears on the tide
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| Slow motion to drown me
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| Roaming streams from our eyes
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| How my tongue dried into the dust
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| How my skin willed a lie
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| Drill a hole in the field
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| Just the size of my thighs
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| Feel as lonely as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do, as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do, I do
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| Hold the pain in a soft crux
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| With our palms facing up
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| Push it thoroughly through and through
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| This is ours to drink up
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| Oh, the madness in weakness
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| Doubled o’er on the plate
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| Fill an ocean with weaponry
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| Hurricanes of our grace
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| Feel as lonely as I do, as I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do, I do
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| Feel as lonely as I do |