You cut off all of your fingers
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Trade them in for dollar bills
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Cake on some more make-up to
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Cover up all those lines
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Wake up and stop shaking
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Cuz you're just wasting time
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Don't you want some of this?
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Don't you need some of this?
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You take but cannot be given
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You ride but cannot be ridden
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Pinch this tiny heart of mine
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Wrap it up in soiled twine
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You never read what you've written
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[Chorus:]
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I'll be your lover, i'll be forever
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I'll be tomorrow, i am anything when i'm high
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Don't you want some of this?
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Don't you need some of this?
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You shove your hair down my throat
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I feel your fingers in me
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Tear this bitter fruit to mess
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And wrap it in your soiled dress
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Now you must spit out the seeds
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[Chorus]
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Anything when i'm high
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[Chorus]
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Anything when i'm high
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All dried up and tied up forever
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All fucked up and dead to the world...
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Dried Up, Tied And Dead To The World
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| Marilyn Manson |
