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You're living in a fog |
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Of burning leaves |
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Countess countless venom |
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Miss disease |
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Your busy fingers |
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Have yellow tips |
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They're always serving |
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Your busy lips |
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The ashes in your breath |
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Taste like cancer |
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The somber scent of death |
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You're a poison tip dancer |
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But still I love you |
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I love you so much |
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I could choke on your fumes |
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But I live for your touch |
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The state of your lungs |
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Is the state I'm in |
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And the air around you |
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Is getting thin |
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I don't sleep anymore |
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Just living the past |
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'Cause every moment with you |
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Is gonna be my last |
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The ashes in your breath |
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Taste like cancer |
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The somber scent of death |
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You're a poison tip dancer |
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But still I love you |
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I love you so much |
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I could choke on your fumes |
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But I live for your touch |
