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You do your disappearing act |
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You do your disappearing act |
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Silence, I know I could get used to this |
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Cunning, your sin is something I'm not gonna miss |
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Exile, it's a small price to pay for bliss |
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Alone, like the painter's dog without a bone |
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When there's only one thing you need to own |
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And that is hunger, hunger itself |
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I know you're (missing) |
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Your (missing) is ripped and it is torn to shreds |
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From all the lovers taken to your beds |
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They're empty now |
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And you think that you can love |
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And you think that you can love |
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And you think that you can love someone in to love |
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You do your disappearing act |
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You do your disappearing act |
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Jealousy, it's not what it's cracked up to be |
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Envy, gets you where you need to be |
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Alone, rather the river than your stepping stones |
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Leave the graveyard before you turn to bones |
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I'm tragic, you're comedy |
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Oh, baby doll, the dogs are barking, they need to be fed |
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All the lepers you let in your head - is it empty now? |
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Cause you think that can love |
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And you think that you can love |
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And you think that you can love someone into love |
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You do your disappearing act |
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You do your disappearing act |
