| Carrion child,
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| Prey for me, play your
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| Wild card, see the house come down around your
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| Head, home to me, so much dreaming
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| Some say I’m growing cold and
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| Taking over
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| Nothing, cuts, two ways…
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| Possession: taking over
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| Stand these pictures on your shelf
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| And wear your heart upon my sleeve,
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| Wear a dress that you can see through,
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| See yourself inside;
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| I’ll be your imagination,
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| Tear apart what you believe,
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| Make a mess of your conviction,
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| Take away my pride and leave,
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| Nothing, but the debris,
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| Cuts, two ways,
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| Carrion child,
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| Prey for me, play your
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| Wild card, see the house come down around your
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| Possession: taking over…
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| Possession: shake shake shake shake shake shake;
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| Possession: taking over…
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| Somehow the fact takes over, and the fiction coming through,
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| Somehow I do my crying breaking down for you,
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| This way doubt takes over, contradiction coming through,
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| This way I do my lying, making up and making out for you…
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| Possession: taking over
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| Child (nothing)
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| Prey for me (but the debris)
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| Play your wild card (cuts two ways)
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| Some say I’m growing cold and
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| Taking over… Down around your
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| Head (nothing)
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| Home to me (but the debris)
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| So much dreaming, see the house come down around your
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| Possession: shake shake shake shake shake shake shake
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| Possession: taking over…
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| Possession: shake shake shake shake shake shake shake
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| Possession: taking hold |