they slit our throats
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like we were flowers
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and our milk has been
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devoured
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when you want it
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it goes away too fast
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when you hate it
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it always seems to last
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but just remember when you think
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you're free
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the crack inside your fucking heart is me
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(thought, not spoken):
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i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
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i wish i could sleep
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but i can't lay on my back
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because there's a knife
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for everyday that i've known you
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when you want it
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it goes away too fast
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when you hate it
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it always seems to last
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but just remember when you think
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you're free
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the crack inside your fucking heart is me
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(thought, not spoken):
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i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
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lie to me, cry to me, give to me
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i would
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lie with me, die with me, give to me
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i would
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keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
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i hope at least we die holding hands
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for always.
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The Speed Of Pain
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| Marilyn Manson |
