| Now’s the time to melt to walls
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| Needles and pins and a voodoo doll
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| With you I’ll gladly overdose
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| One march to snow, the heavens know
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| Bring me through your please-me groove
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| Lost, bitter, pain is flowing through
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| She’s just a flower choked by weeds
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| I’ve got to try to cure my need
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| Obsessed with selection, I’m a boy with horns
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| An eyeful of reflection, I know no form
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| Change the infusion, do it alone
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| Land jeeps stammering, disrupt the flow
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| Close to death, foolish and trashed
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| Heart drawn in ashes; |
| drink down another glass
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| I wish that I couldn’t stand
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| We could put this cyclone in a trance
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| Believe you angelic one, my nerves are tried
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| I aim to conquer and divide
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| I see the holy picture to know
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| Maybe a werewolf chewin' on your bones
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| Wondering forever, uncertain of my health
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| Like me I saw you hiding, drowning in yourself
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| Scrambling my heart, trembling a laugh
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| You can’t fool me; |
| you’re no pussycat |