| This taste
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| Hungers
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| It slithers in my mouth, then it obscures
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| Is it called love?
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| Is it called lust?
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| Is it enough?
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| Go
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| I can’t run (Can't Run)
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| He said (He Said)
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| This damnations forever
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| Until my dying breath
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| But there will be
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| No lipstick to regret
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| Kiss then kill
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| And find no love to devour
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| As days drag and descend
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| Growing more numb still
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| Losing count of the hours
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| Preserved in this hardened shell
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| Come take your best shot at me
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| So I can watch you fail
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| I’ll watch you fail
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| I’ll watch you kiss, kill for survival
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| The question still concedes
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| Is it enough or will there still be
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| No lipstick to regret
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| Kiss then kill
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| And find no love to devour
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| As days drag and descend
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| Growing more numb still
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| Losing count of
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| No lipstick to regret
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| Kiss then kill
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| And find no love
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| No Love
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| There is
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| No love here
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| There’s always fucking been
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| No love here |