| Why would anyone make a suicide?
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| When they could revel in the swell of slow demise
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| Undress me, Love, lay me at your side --
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| And I’ll demonstrate my destruction
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| My destruction is fearless when I’m spiraling down
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| It tangles my hair, wreaks havoc upon my mouth
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| An attempt to singe the rest of the wreckage —
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| And any power I’ve known now relinquished
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| Oh the wintry air was warm this season —
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| And it done me well to forget my care
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| To hurry on past your next day’s reason
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| For I’ve already cried a thousand tears
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| My destruction knows when I’m beat —
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| And a tear or two more won’t make a dent now
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| Have me if you want me, I’m down at your feet
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| I’ll give my very last until I’m bled out
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| Oh, Love, I don’t care if you love me in turn
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| If not today, then tomorrow I’ll be spurned
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| Have me if you want me, I’m down for the count
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| I’ll give my very last until I’m bled out
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| Our destruction’s will is wild and reckless
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| When we are one we are something electric
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| It builds beneath my breast to betray my gender
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| And any power I’ve known I now surrender
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| Oh why would anyone make a suicide?
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| When they could revel in the swell of slow demise
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| Undress me, Love, lay me at your side --
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| And I’ll demonstrate my destruction
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| Oh Love, I’m in love, I’m in love…
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| Oh Love, I’m in love, I’m in love… |