| To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite food are smoke and hearts.
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| My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone
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| lacks but backs up my false starts.
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| All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming.
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| They say that beauty’s just skin deep, so naturally, please show me your-
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Let me see your bones
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| Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Hell, we’re all alone
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| If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
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| Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you.
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| A selfish book is always open, and some of the best liars only want the truth.
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| All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I’m tired of sleeping.
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| They say that beauty’s just skin deep. |
| So rip it off and please show me your
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Let me see your bones
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| Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Hell, we’re all alone
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| If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
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| All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme.
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| Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again.
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| They say that beauty’s just skin deep.
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| So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Let me see your bones
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| Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Hell, we’re all alone
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| If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| I can see my bones
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| Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
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| Bones, bones, bones
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| Hell, we’re all alone
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| If I come home, baby will you see my bones? |