You'll never catch me.
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My belly is black, and, red.
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Black and red. [x3]
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You complete me.
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Fucking say it, fucking say it, fucking say it.
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It's like you're meant to be a hostage, another hostage, will eat you alive.
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Fucking say it, fucking say it, fucking say it.
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I take it for granted, that you'll feel at home.
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You complete me.
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When you flirt it makes me nauseous, I'm fucking nauseous, and I'll eat you... alive.
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I take it for granted, that you'll feel at home.
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Emotions never change, only towards you.
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Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
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Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
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Inflamed, in every other way, in every other way.
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Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
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Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
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Inhale, the splinters and the rain, the splinters and the rain.
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Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
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Look down, I'm strung to your ribs.
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Ooh,ooh. [x4]
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Strung To Your Ribcage
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| Biffy Clyro |
