| Baby, it’s cool with me that you like to lie
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| 'cause I see the depression filling up your eyes
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| And I see the oceans overflowing
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| Babe, it’s cool with me that you want to die
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| And I’m not gonna stop you if you try
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| But the hole in my belly has started growing
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| Your name is about as easy to remember as the four ethers
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| And who the hell knows the four ethers?
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| Your pain is about as easy to feel as the four ethers?
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| And who could do without the four ethers?
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| Babe, I know you learned some fucked up shit from your mother
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| Had you tucking your dick
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| Had you hiding the shit that really made you special
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| Show me yourself
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| Baby, I know you picked up some fucked up habits from your father
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| Had folding over your ears, denying the shit that you hear
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| But I’m asking you to feel me
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| Your name is impossible to know, you’re like my four ethers
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| How the hell do you know the four ethers?
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| Your pain is impossible to hold, you’re like the four ethers
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| Baby, what do I do with these four ethers
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| Your name is like the four ethers, what do I do with these four ethers?
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| I can’t draw you no warm bath no more
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| How can I touch somebody who won’t even touch themselves?
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| It’s tiring to me
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| I’m fine with you being a liar
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| I’m fine with you being a killer
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| I’m fine with you being suicidal
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| That shit don’t bother me none, no
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| But you’ve gotta show me yourself
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| Oh, you’ve gotta show me yourself |