| Goddamit, Imma sucka for bright eyes
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| Cherry lips leave me in awe
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| What I’d give to brush that hair behind her ear
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| «Now, I want you so bad»
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| And that’s his gaping flaw; |
| A Break in guard.
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| Wide enough for me to slip my blade inside;
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| Into his heart. |
| A blackened hole.
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| Through jaded cartilage; |
| a gaping smile.
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| Well the cocaine, and the nose bleeds;
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| Will be the knife that bled you dry.
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| All the poison; |
| what you’ve stolen:
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| Will be returned a thousand times:
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| Before you even close your eyes.
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| Our name engraved into your hide.
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| Slow down.
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| Boy, I think you need to: Hold on.
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| Turn it down. |
| Tame it up.
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| Wet like a new born babe:
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| Teach me. |
| How do you keep so shameless?
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| Baby, you still bleed like me.
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| I’ll teach you how to be afraid.
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| I swear that it’s all mostly painless.
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| Baby, you’re not invincible.
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| Now bottle it up. |
| Bottle it up baby.
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| And breathe out. |
| If you’re still seeing red.
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| Just bottle it up, bottle it up buddy.
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| We’ll see about that luck you keep in hand.
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| Sanctuary in my bed. |
| I’m coming for your head.
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| A bad man with a serpent’s tongue n' a silver spoon; |
| He’s choking on.
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| I can see you shakin'
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| Get up. |
| And face me like a man.
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| Show me these hands that strangle life from kids.
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| Alcohol and orphan tears.
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| Dead hearts and stolen years.
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| In the sweatshops fingers blistered to the bone.
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| In the brothels, broken. |
| You’ve broken the hope:
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| Of a thousand, a thousand crying eyes.
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| I’ll make a fountain; |
| I’ll make a fountain out of you.
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-dah.
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| Now, you know this ain’t what you want. |