| Untie my hands, you’re the best that I’ve had
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| Close to the drains and the sewers in flow
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| Hold back from anger and freeze all your soul
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| Dive through the circle, describe what you hold
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| Cruel
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| Drink and dissolve through the lines in your hands
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| Write out of romance (the sugar in sand)
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| I failed when I tried to defend in my way
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| Walked from the gaze of a dog of a day
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| Cruel
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| I find when things are mine
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| Like cold chains and baby whines
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| Well, Henry says, yeah, Henry says
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| «It's Sue and I»
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| Crawl, and watch your knes!
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| Slide low, through any sleeze
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| And money says, yeah, money says
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| «You've got to do it slow»
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| Cruel
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| My theme is; |
| loose the plot
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| Fuck around and drink a lot
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| And Henry says, yeah Henry says
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| «Do it wrong»
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| But I don’t think this way
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| And I would never say
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| I’ve done the best I could
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| Cruel |