| If she’d have known
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| She’d have shown me in
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| I need to taste her pain
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| For encouragement
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| If she’d have known
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| She’d have shown me in
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| I need to taste her pain
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| For accomplishment
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| See, I can only take it out on you
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| There’s no-one else I can trust
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| See, I can only take it out on you
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| There’s no-one else but us around
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| You hide these things so well
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| There’s no finding
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| You hide these things so well
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| There’s no finding, no finding
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| And the pink runs into the blue
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| There are no edges
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| How do I know where you are tonight?
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| Need these paper cuts
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| Need those gravel grinds
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| Need those pinches to wake me
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| Give up the drugs
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| Take the power I offer
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| Oh the deeper I go
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| The further I fall
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| The more I know
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| The tighter your grip around me
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| So easily broken
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| Running down your skin
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| And the pink runs into the blue
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| If there’s ever anyone else, I’ll understand
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| And kill them
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| And I’ll overflow your every inlet
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| You will not cough and spit
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| You’ll welcome me in
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| And I tell you with my tongue between your toes
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| If there’s ever anyone else
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| Don’t let them do this
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| And I’ll laugh and revel
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| As you scratch and crawl
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| If there’s ever anyone else
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| Just show them the ugly mess
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| You hide these things so well
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| There’s no finding
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| You hide these things so well
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| There’s no finding, no finding |