Shut down the disease, brush it aside and stand up off your knees
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Tip the scales, spin me some horrible, beautiful tales
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Now you're weak, and you're tired and lonely
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You can't see what could be yours for keeps all the while
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You can take what you want
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But you're not so nice any more
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Everything we have we steal
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Run your fingers over me
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Pull away the skin, uncover the disease
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With a weakness and a tenderness we kiss
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Consuming each other all over again
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You can take what you want
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But you're not so nice any more
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Everything we have we steal
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What We Have We Steal
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| Toadies |
