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Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night |
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I love the jaundice of your skin |
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Its perverse plasticity |
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You make me want to smoke cigarettes |
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You make me want to drink whiskey |
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Even if your love was unconditional, |
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It still wouldn't be enough to save me |
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My sycophant love song |
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My authentic desperation |
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I'm addicted to the feeling, |
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The only kind of steady I believe in |
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Prison cell exercises, |
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Solitary sport entertainment |
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What makes you think |
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You're going to die any different? |
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Even if your love was unconditional, |
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It still wouldn't be enough to save me |
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Don't worry young suicides, |
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The vultures will pick your bones dry |
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Half digested and eternal, |
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Somewhere lost in the ephemeral |
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Welcome to the future |
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An always ice-cold nightmare |
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Burnt coffee and Percocets |
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This night too will end |
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Even if your love was unconditional, |
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It still wouldn't be enough to save me |
