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| 3:46 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:41 |
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| 3. |
| 4:27 |
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| 4. |
| 4:42 | 
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to moonn6pence from papayeverte
I can't believe how smart you think you are. do you even know I'm right behind you and that I saw you stumble home? Yeah I was there when you took that breath... unaware that it would be your last one. I'm sure that you would have said goodbye and I know that everyone will miss you. No, I'm not sorry for what I've done. close your eyes, I'm here to make you famous. And I never got to know you and I never knew your name. Yeah, life's not fair... but you know it has a strange way of working out. [2x] My god, it's beautiful the way the crimson syrup drains... away. the art in the knife as it lathers red milk. you are my canvas. (My god, it's beautiful, the way the syrup drains.) And I never got to know you and I never knew your name. Yeah, life's not fair... but you know it has a strange way of working out. [2x] |
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| 5. |
| 3:55 |
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to moonn6pence from papayeverte
This is the sound of tooth against bone. Against cheering crowds and broken homes. This is the sound of tooth against bone. Against cheering crowds and broken homes. This is the end of my rope, So bite down... Tell me how this concrete tastes, And tell me for the last time that you're sorry, So I can laugh out loud as I watch you Struggle; broken, bloody and barely breathing, yeah. The truth is, there's been an autumn in me. It's been that way since May. Yeah, I've hoped forever, Diminishing myself with my unconscious. This is the sound of tooth against bone. Against cheering crowds and broken homes. This is the sound of tooth against bone. Against cheering crowds and broken homes. This is the end of the line... And my shoes, ripped and ruined from running, Have finally found their final resting place, yeah, At the base of your skull, and once again Someone's left to clean up your mess. Once again, someone's left to clean up your mess. |
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