| You pick me up and carry me home
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| I’m pushed to the floor and I regain your trust
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| Lay your arm, I bleed on your rug
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| What is skin and bone, they are the same
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| My wish to break a heart off the letter I’ve heard
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| Disappears as I know you are the same
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| You are the same
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| You are the same
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| You are the same
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| You tighten up your heart to the beat of the drum
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| Made from skin and bone, with a jackal to find you
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| What is skin and bone, and I regain your trust
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| We beat with skin and bone, the eye of the sun
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| I feel the skin and bone and letter heard
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| Disappears as I see skin and leather, skin and leather
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| You’re my warm pleasure, the skin and leather
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| Look at the floor, it’s the end of it all
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| I dap in my rug, it’s the darkest door
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| I clap it out though, it’s a plea for more
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| Condition I must, the world is none
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| I’m gonna wrap a rug, the rug is mine
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| And lay on your wall, begin to tether
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| I’ll be your skin and leather, skin and leather
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| I’ll be your skin and leather
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| I’ll be your skin and not, on the telephone
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| You are the same |