| Everyone knows she’s too broken to fix
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| Always shedding her skin like a boa constrictor
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| All of her tears turned to opals again
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| All of her fears show as ghosts in the pictures
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| Mind obsidian eyes veridian
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| Cuts in half like a prime meridian
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| Blood in baths sign a primal lineage
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| Revolver pressed precious ice on skin again
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| WHOA, all your bones smell like old photos
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| Why’s your face froze on cold shoulders?
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| Solo, born to die like it was protocol
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| Florida skies hide a roses growth
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| Forcing a smile just to cloak the choking
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| Every time you spoke its like you wrote a poem
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| Cigarette pigs cinnamon lips left a pin prick
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| All alone with those skulls in poses
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| Its art to some, arduous arsonist, painful moments
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| Heart adjusted changed it’s tones
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| Stars combust and take their toll
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| You would do anything to regain control
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| Now wouldn’t you? |
| Death came quick from a wooded view
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| Holes in their heads left your own intact
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| Seven doves flew slow from the open gashes
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| Spiderwebs drawn on broken glass
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| You chose to kill wove the silk in noose shapes
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| Or a tear shape born to fear them
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| Awful feelings make the portrait dimmer
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| Your swords still pierce me when the horror lingers
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| They tied you down and made the the needle slide in
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| Crucified you like you’re Jesus Christ
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| Poison plunged until your secrets died
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| Then they bloomed inside me like a dream of mine
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| Aileen Aileen, Aileen
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| Hiding from the high beams tell me how’d you find me? |
| Still
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| Poison from the IV filled, never loved how’s that feel? |
| Real
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| Aileen Aileen, Aileen
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| Hiding from the high beams tell me how’d you find me? |
| Still
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| Poison from the IV filled, never loved how’s that feel? |
| Real
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| Aileen Aileen, Aileen
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| Hiding from the high beams tell me how’d you find me? |
| Still
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| Poison from the IV filled, never loved how’s that feel? |
| Real |