I can feel it coming up and spreading inside of me
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It warms the blood and it eats away the memory
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From my pen you expected the sweet honey to drip
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But the words come out like rats leaving a sinking ship
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Yeah look at them run
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Your famous discretion, how you so proudly call it,
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Well, I'm afraid, honey, that it crumbled down to the powder in your wallet
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And all the different shapes and forms which you control
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From the whitest and purest to the whore of alcohol
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Ah look at her run
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We'll get to know your sad side again. (x4)
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Sinking Ship
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| Balthazar |
