| Fit to burst I’m in love
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| No, no, no, you silly girl
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| Fist, a brick in my hand
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| A hole, hole, hole, you silly man
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| I didn’t mean to make this mess
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| This paper muscle in my chest
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| And stolen thirst won’t be my
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| End, but then I was here first
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| Hand — hole — heart — girl — bleeding
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| Didn’t mean that last word
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| No, no, no, you silly man
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| I can’t help myself I try, try, try, and then I
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| Crack it split to see inside
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| I run because I can’t abide
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| This tiny meat in my hand
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| The pound, pound, pound, your bleeding heart
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| Hand — hole — heart — your bleeding heart
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| Hand — hole — heart — girl — bleeding
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| I crack it split to see inside
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| I run because I can’t abide
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| This tiny meat in my hand
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| And the pound, pound, pound, of your bleeding heart
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| Hand — hole — heart — girl — bleeding
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| Hand — hole — heart — girl
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| Couldn’t find the right word to say, say, say, you silly girl
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| Drink a hole in my head, it makes me think I have it all
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| I didn’t mean to make this mess
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| This paper muscle in my chest
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| This pound of flesh will be my
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| End, but then it was mine first
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| Couldn’t find the right words
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| Couldn’t find the right words
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| Run, run, run, run
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| Now, now, now, now
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| Hole — heart — bleeding |