| Was there once something so pure
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| That left me whole and precious?
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| But now, broken, wondering
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| Why this new ingredient?
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| Everything I crave I become
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| Everything I left forgotten
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| Everything I love I become
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| Cos that’s what happens when you reach the bottom
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| Where does the blood go?
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| It runs away from broken lives
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| Where does the blood go?
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| It runs away from broken lives
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| There’s an ugly crowd here beside me
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| They specialise in violations
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| Once they numbered only a handful
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| Grew out the ashes of what we had good
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| There’ll be another awkward scene tonight
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| Quickly averting our eyes
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| When we see what there is left of
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| Our love hangs here beside us
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| From it’s feet, twitching, desperate
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| The juice that splash our white boots
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| Now they’re matted and confused
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| There’ll be another ugly scene tonight
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| As we refuse to accept the obvious
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| We panic and jump up and down
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| Trying to suck those last breaths |