She kisses like cough syrup when I have a cold.
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but we're not in love, we're just alone.
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Like a drug company's overdose.
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Trying to replace our heads with holes.
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We're missing days and spending weeks.
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Only passing through looking for company.
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And semen released is a rotting stomach.
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Like a body drained of blood.
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My flaw. Our failure.
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Instrumental
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| Curl Up And Die |