| I want to know how it will end
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| I want to be sure of what it will cost
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| I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me
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| I want you to call me on your drug phone
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| I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later
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| I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire
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| I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
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| I want the name of the ruiner
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| I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn
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| I want you to know that being kind is overrated
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| I want to write my secret across your sky
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| I want to watch you lose control
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| I want to watch you lose
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| I want to know exactly what it’s going to take
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| I want to see you insert yourself into glory
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| I want your touches to scar me so I’ll know where you’ve been
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| I want you to watch when I go down in flames
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| I want a list of atrocities done in your name
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| I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back
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| I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer
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| I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open
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| I want to taste my own kind
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| I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it’s different on this side
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| I want you to come on strong
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| I want to leave you out in the cold
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| I want the exact same thing but different
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| I want some soft drugs… some soft, soft drugs
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| I want to throw you
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| I want you to know I know
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| I want to know if you read me
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| I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit
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| I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you’ll do
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| I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted
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| I want a controlling interest
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| I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die
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| I want to be your secret hater
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| I want to stop destroying you but I can’t
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| And I want and I want and I want and I will always be hungry |