I can taste the blood on your lips and on your tongue
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I can see your teeth turned pink, your gums fade to white
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The less and less I eat the more you see my teeth
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The closer they move together, fill the gaps, curse the weather
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Rip the flesh from your bones, wipe me down, drive me home
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Dump me side of the road if I'm too annoying
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Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
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Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
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I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat
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So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke
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Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
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Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
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I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat
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So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke
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You worry a million raindrops'll die
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With the last memory of you and I
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In a soft porn version of the end of the world
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I quake at the knees as my intentions unfurl
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You wrote a letter to God just in case
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You said I'm nothing if I'm not a pragmatist
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You needn't worry about us, we can look after ourselves
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We have enough to rely on you or anyone else
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Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
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Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
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I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat
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So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke
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Wear your best suit, all these people are watching
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Oh baby, you'll need all those fingers for crossing
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I'm sucking your last words from the back of your throat
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So perfect, so bitter, we laugh then we choke
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You'll Need Those Fingers For Crossing
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| Los Campesinos! |
