| Be a crime if I offended you
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| With my so estranged religion
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| I’ve been chain smokin' cigarettes
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| Since I felt my first ignition
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| Don’t want you to believe me
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| Just want you to release me
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| I’m the son of a preacher
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| Ain’t no angels in my head, no
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| You’re preachin' snow white
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| But the stain on your switchblade’s red
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| Now don’t expect roses
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| I never had much class
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| Don’t want Mona Lisa
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| All I want is your trash in my veins
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| Make it last for days
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| Want your beast, need your rage
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| Wanna feel you burnin' up sister, in my veins
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| Devil diggin' deeper
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| I’m still hangin' by a thread, yeah
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| But don’t be talkin' 'bout love
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| Don’t you know that superstition’s dead?
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| And I ain’t nobody’s savior
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| So don’t expect no flash
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| Don’t want Mona Lisa
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| All I want is your trash in my veins
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| Make it last for days
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| Want your beast, need your rage
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| Wanna feel you burnin' up sister, in my veins
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| A graphic disposition
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| Makes such a sexy girl
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| Baby, you can turn the kiss of death
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| Into mother of pearl
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| I need your trash in my veins
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| Make it last for days
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| Want your beast in my cage
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| Wanna feel your burnin' up sister
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| Burnin' up, wanna melt down
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| Ice up wanna
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| Wind up, sit down, can’t you see
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| I’ve got the devil so deep in me?
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| I’ll never sleep till your burnin' up sister
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| Burnin' up in my cage |