The mark of the devil is upon you
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Your look is no happier than mine
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Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you shouldn't mind
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Their legs start a feeling in your stomach
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Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance
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Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
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And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
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But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
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But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
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Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you
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Chances that perished long ago
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The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul
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The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones
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The nights out are hanging from your waist
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The years float like dust held in the sunlight with an aftertaste
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
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And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
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But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
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But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
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La la lala lala la la...
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And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
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And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
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And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
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But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
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And your past is justa bedroom full of implements of cruelty
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And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
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And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
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But you fidget and your heart is growing cold
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La la lala... Oh...
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The Mark Of The Devil
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| Pulp |
