| I sit dumb
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| And I wait to be worked out upon
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| I steal sweets from kids
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| And I pretend that it wasn’t his
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| Same time I escape the rope
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| So I put it back about my throat
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| Well, that’s all I’ve got
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| Fallopian rope is dead in knots
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| Corrupt, denied
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| The way a sweet man smiles way out of here
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| He looks up to the exit sign
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| The smile crashed down between the lines
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| Same time I escape the rope
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| So I put it back about my throat
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| I burn all the letters
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| I’m so sick on these words
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| That’s my head in your cooking pot
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| Screaming these words unheard
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| I stole your sharpest kitchen knife
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| I cut this in two
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| But I’m still hanging in the half light
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| The shadow of you
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| As I still crawl these floorboards
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| I’m still gagging on your breath
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| Your DNA still dictates my ways
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| A hangnail beneath my undress
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| A hangnail beneath my undress
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| A hangnail beneath my undress
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| Same time I escape the rope
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| So I put it back about my throat
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| [A 'rescue me' sign hanging from the neck
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| I plead life support but I disconnect
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| The wires all around me and I see their distress
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| But essentially I want to die and end this
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| Same time I escape the rope
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| So I put it back about my throat
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit
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| On angels feet beneath I slip
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| Blunt, cold, hard hit] |