its come to this and i cant come up to you
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flip the tables and through the windows let the bottles
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break and the the blood hit the lawn, because im not able
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to walk the line between your wherever and your fucking whens
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(I CAN SMELL THE SIN ON YOU)
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I'll spill guts to gnaw and slide so sister sleep tight
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and since you dont need me you can say i was never here.
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Sicillian Smile
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