Sally's made of paper and string,
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She's a perfect, patchwork plaything.
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I stick my knife into her sometimes, just to hear her scream.
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And it might look like she's hurting
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But I know it just means she loves me.
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Cause sometimes, through her tears,
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I can see her smile.
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Snip, snip, snip, shiny black scissors,
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Glinting so bright on her milk white neck.
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Slitting my lips with papercut kisses,
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Wrenching my heart as I cut through her flesh.
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And every time that I look into her eyes,
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I can't resist, kiss her face, grab a fistfull of paradise.
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And I'll break and break till all that's pretty fades away.
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She's a colorless reflection of me.
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When I look at her all that I can see,
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Is something so much better,
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Is something so much better than me.
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She's a paper white confection, two dimensional perfection.
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She's as pure as I could never be.
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She's a thing of aching beauty.
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She's a perfect audience of one, smiles even as she comes undone.
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Pretty, pretty paper dolly, wanna cut into her body....
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Papercut Kisses
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| Hate In The Box |
