| The hairs on my chest begin to rise
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| My eyebrows start to sweat
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| My mind’s a mess but one thing’s clear
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| You’re the best that I’ve had yet
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| I try to move but I can’t walk tall
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| It’s no use, once again I fall
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red fingernails
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| You sit at home painting your face
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| Waiting for the polish to dry
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| I need a fix of your crazy tricks
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| Answer the phone or I’ll die
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| I’m gonna scream, I’m gonna hurt
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| I’m just a victim, I’m just dirt
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red fingernails
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red, beneath your red, beneath your red
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red fingernails
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| Take the cash from my wallet, take the shirt from my back
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| Torture my body, stretch me out on the rack
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| You got the pleasure and I need the pain
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| Tear me to pieces again and again
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red fingernails
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| You’re the angel of mercy, you’re the queen of desire
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| Let me fall at your feet, let me feel the fire
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| I’m gonna scream, I’m gonna hurt
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| I’m just a victim, I’m just dirt
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red fingernails
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red, beneath your red, beneath your red
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| Beneath your red, beneath your red fingernails
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| Red, red fingernails
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| Red, red fingernails
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| Red, red fingernails |