Leave me to the darkness and the dogs
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I'll do much better here
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So you never learn to pick the heavy loss
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Then your captive market didn't go for you this year
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Now whose love will you take prepared
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With detachment like famine food
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Ease into being with disgusting care
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And smothered by etiquette and your invented rules
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Don't let me go
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To the shattering of glass
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To the disasters of the past
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Shared breath can cradle into being
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A shrine to your own heathen self-glory
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A cult I note but don't believe
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A testament to botherism and your coyish cruelty
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And I point no fingers and place no blame
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Nor would I be inclined to start killing Casanova
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While he rages with appetite that's unrestrained
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But you might find that you grow sick of the fare
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Before the feedings over
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Don't let me go
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To this hysterical house
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To the shattering of glass
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To the disasters of the past
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Don't let me go
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Leave me to the darkness and the dogs
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I'll do much better here
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Killing Casanova
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Razorlight |