| Lungs turn to rust, turn to soot
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| While you smother yourself
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| The taste of your mouth is of smoke
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| Lip gloss under his belt
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| Somebody help
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| Charred away, your flesh and bones
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| This doll’s been brought to life
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| Wrapped up in orchid leaves
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| Tangle all the twine
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| This wool, it will survive in time
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| Pull out what’s left of your hair
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| Is that lace in your skin
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| Focused and fixed on your ribs
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| Would you break from within
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| Somebody send
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| Oh I know, but I can’t take this
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| Charred away, your flesh and bones
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| This doll’s been brought to life
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| Wrapped up in orchid leaves
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| Tangle all the twine
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| This wool, it will survive
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| Charred away, your flesh and bones
|
| This doll’s been brought to life
|
| Wrapped up in orchid leaves
|
| Tangle all the twine
|
| This wool, it will survive
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| Charred away, your flesh and bones
|
| This doll’s been brought to life
|
| Wrapped up in orchid leaves
|
| Tangle all the twine
|
| This wool, it will survive
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| This wool, it will survive in time |