| I left with shaking hands, looking for danger
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| Details of modern love, in bed with strangers
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| And there is no warning
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| I’m not ignoring
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| I cut glass on my callused feet
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| Cause I walk through miles of make shift mud
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| Motherfucker… I want your blood!
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| I got the hands of history’s stranglers
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| And the midnight sky reflects off my skin
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| I got the flesh of a million strangers
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| You’re never gonna see me closing in
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| Yeah… while you’re sleeping!
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| No need for safe return
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| Is no need for your concern
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| There is no warning
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| I’m not ignoring
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| I follow you across the county lines
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| And these beads of sweat feel like a flood
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| You motherfucker… I want your blood!
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| I got the hands of history’s stranglers
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| And the midnight sky reflects off my skin
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| I got the flesh of a million strangers
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| You’re never going to see me closing in
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| You’re never going to see me closing in
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| While you’re sleeping!
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| Breaking through your window
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| Stabbing through your ribcage! |