| My heartstrings cease to strain
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| I’ve acquired a taste for poisoned lips
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| Drank deep of this disease, end me
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| Adored with prying eyes beneath
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| A mask made of flesh and thorns
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| Collected from the ones she’d loved before
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| Collected from the ones she’d loved before
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| Collected from the ones she’d loved before
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| Collected from the ones she’d loved before
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| My heartstrings cease to strain
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| I’ve acquired a taste for poisoned lips
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| Drank deep of this disease, end me
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| Adored with prying eyes beneath
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| A mask made of flesh and thorns
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| Her eyes were opened wide
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| She now could see forever
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| Traced deep, the marks she’d made
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| With her razor
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| Her eyes were opened wide
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| She now could see forever
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| Traced deep, the marks she’d made
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| With her razor
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| The lines of suicide
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| The lines of suicide
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| The lines of suicide
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| The lines of suicide |