don't say it's the last time you'll ever need this
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to simply blow over in words you conceal with
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it doesn't mean much when you're telling me lies
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to prove your affection, you'd marry my strings
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but when i¡¯m called away, do you bury my things
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how easily unearthed what our maladies hide
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but i'll never leave
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you could never go where i couldn't follow
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i'll make you see
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never been a pill or sin i couldn't swallow
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i swear on the bottle, from the bottom, it all looks worse than it is
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ink takes, routine takes ink, we¡¯ll parch the words
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that leave me as film on your lips, wrists, and fingers
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a cage, like the first verse, when i promised you (us) all the rest
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now you¡¯ll feel the rests
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but i'll never leave
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you could never go where i couldn't follow
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i'll make you see
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never been a pill or sin i couldn't swallow
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i swear on the ballot, from up here, you can¡¯t see a thing
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so i¡¯ll never ask
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you could never take the words that would follow
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and you¡¯ll never tell
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never said a thing that i didn¡¯t already know
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i swear on the gavel, from the battle, i¡¯ve grown tired of the war
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let¡¯s remove the bond from these bands that we wear
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the rings never closed, so there¡¯ll ne¡¯er be a blame to bear
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where we¡¯re built to bend
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oh, the flesh never dyes
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Penicillin (It Doesn¡¯t Mean Much)
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| The Velvet Teen |
