There's a machine in my head.
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There's a grinding in my brain.
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The best part is that it turns you on.
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The grinding penetrates
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under the sheets, my dear.
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We lie in love, but with fool's gold.
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I want to give you the plans
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just to make you stop.
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I want you to get out of here for good.
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It's in my bed, but my bed is a plot.
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And the shovel is anchored down to the floor.
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And I won't need to see you pushing up dirt again.
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And I won't need to see you gagging on sincerity.
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Daylight kills us.
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KO'd by it and counting to ten.
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Faced with choices
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to pack it in or stand up and fight again.
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There's something in my hand
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pushing into my veins.
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The tablature is for a death march.
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I can't miss you
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because you're already gone.
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This is the climax to our love song.
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You're in my head, but gone for good.
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Your sonnet's melody plays on.
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And I won't need to see you pushing up dirt again.
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And I won't need to see you gagging on sincerity.
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Daylight kills us.
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KO'd by it and counting to ten.
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Faced with choices
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to pack it in or stand up and fight again.
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We lie in love but with fool's gold.
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Fool's Gold
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| The Black Maria |
