| Dreams, lay next to me.
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| I felt your body quiver in silence, wrapped in disease.
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| Well, no one has found such luck, a lion’s bite.
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| The ugly duck lies in the corner, a headache for lovers,
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| a whore to end up on her knees.
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| Mother, we’re sick of this.
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| Your flowers, your scripture, your ignorant bliss.
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| Mother, we’re sick of these games.
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| Our father? |
| Is that who’s to blame?
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| Lay next to me, give me a reason to believe we don’t belong here/
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| I’ll catch your dreams.
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| We can do better than this.
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| Dream, lie once for me. |
| (1,2,3)
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| I felt your tongue chase demons and bad taste right out of me.
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| Well, still caught in such bad luck, a nervous voice,
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| The ugly duck lies in the corner, spreads legs for lovers
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| and watches them choke on disease.
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| Lover, I’m sick of this.
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| Your smile, your swallow, your innocent kiss,
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| Lover, I’m sick of these games,
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| Your father? |
| Is that who’s to blame?
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| Still, nothing has changed
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| Do we eat where we shit now?
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| It’s sick and deranged.
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| Now our smiles bring cancer. |