| I’m a lord, I’m a poor soul, I’m a plague
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| I’m the cruel part of life’s sleight of hand
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| I am drool, I am your coffin, I am your plea
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| I’m the person you never wanted to be
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| I’ll be your eyes in your sockets, I’m your slave
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| I’ll break what’s left of you and hide it away
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| I’m a cruel, cold-hearted waste of space
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| Now let me sleep so I can slip away
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| I am a knife counting my footsteps from your wound
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| I am a cross stitch that will take you to the moon
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| I am a man, I have a purpose, I am your key
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| Won’t you lay here, won’t you stay here with me
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| I’ll be your eyes in your socket I’m your slave
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| I’ll break what’s left of you and hide it away
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| I’m a cruel, cold-hearted waste of space
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| Now let me sleep so I can slip away
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| I’ll be your eyes in your sockets I’m your slave
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| I’ll break what’s left of you and hide it away
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| I’ll be the stones in your pockets, I’m dead weight
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| I’ll break what’s left of you and hide it away
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| I’m a cruel, cold-hearted waste of space
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| Now let me sleep so I can slip away |