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I bleach the sky every night |
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loaded on wrong and further from right |
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spinning around two howling moons |
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cuz there always there, whatever I do |
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the river is loaded, I've been there today |
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took it some questions, she does me again |
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I'd die in your arms if you were dead too |
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here comes a lie: we will always be true |
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going up when coming down |
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scratch away, way, way, way, way |
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it's the little things that kill |
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tearin' at my brains again |
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oh, the little things that kill |
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the little things that kill |
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bigger you give, bigger you get |
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we're boss at denial but best at forget |
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cupboard is empty, we really need food |
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summer is winter |
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and you always knew |
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going up when coming down |
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scratch away, way, way, way, way |
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it's the little things that kill |
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tearin' at my brains again |
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oh, the little things that kill |
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tearin' at my brains again |
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oh, the |
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little (x8) |
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little (x8) |
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little (x8) |
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I touch your mouth, my will's food |
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addicted to love |
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I'm addicted to fools! (shit) |
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I kill you once, I kill you again |
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we're somber and crude |
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welcome my friends to.. |
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the little things that kill |
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tearin' at my brains again |
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oh, the little things that kill |
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tearin' at my brains again |
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oh, the |
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little (x8) |
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little (x8) |
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little (x8) |
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here come the little things |
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here come the little.. |
