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Sorry for the scales and scabs on my skin |
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My fists break |
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And I just can't take it |
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Sorry for the sores and holes in my heart |
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There's no love or life for either of us |
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You are alone and living in the desert |
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Finding time to accept |
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I'm sorry |
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I'm a fucking monster |
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I'm sorry |
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I wasn't there but I think that something was |
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I was in love |
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I still believe I am |
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These stony fingers steal from you |
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When these damned arms draw you in |
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Won't look at me |
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Won't speak to me |
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I am sorry you rotted like the waste of the vine |
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Even flesh and blood |
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Even heart and bone |
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Now open your eyes |
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And now say it |
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I'm the broken lamp man with the telephone injuries |
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My apologetic arms want to sing you to sleep |
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You dry heave when I ring and I ring |
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You knew I was broken and you got what you wanted |
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You got what you wanted |
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I'm certain that the cats are still hungry |
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I wasn't there but I know that something was |
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I was in love |
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I'm sorry that you're dead |
