| My synthetic side you never notice
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| My buried line you never notice
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| Crimson with my lust and cower
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| Follow, follow, vanish further
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| In your wax and grace, start over
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| Had to swallow, dizzy, firmer
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| Life after white you never notice
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| Line after line you never notice
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| She’s so loved, she’s a gloss in the night
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| Round around, force the talons out
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| Chrissy likes dreaming of comforting you
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| All my life she’s the waste that’s trapped inside
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| Your sentimental side, you never notice
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| It’s so closed inside, you never notice
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| She’s so loved, she’s a gloss in the night
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| Round around, force the talons out
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| Chrissy likes dreaming of comforting you
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| All my life she’s the waste that’s trapped inside |