(Homme, Lanegan, Oliveri)
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Ohhh, an artery is not a vein
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No history can tell
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My skeleton won't tell
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Why some like moths draw
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To a surgeon's drill
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And blood shot hits to marrow
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The snake's eating through her clothes and
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Her charms that won me over
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DeGama breached this lofty reach
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Balboa left his bones upon the beach
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Left there to bleach
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Rose breaks in my fingers
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Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll
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Smoke crawls low along the ceilings
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And all is quiet
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But I keep listening
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Come to kill me
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Oh, she just left, you missed her
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Go on home, the sex theater is closed
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Cracked mouth too dry to drink
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At least the sand is cold
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Wish the sea would drown the freeway
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Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder
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They can't walk with fallen soldiers
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Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses
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Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard
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Draggin' the chain down, down, down
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Who'll say it
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Tell me
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No one else is here, come on
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Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, come on
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Who's layin' low, you said
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Whether veins, the bones to be
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Good or bad, the death of me
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Just make it quietly
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Oh, who knows my sister
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Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her
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She said the sun was gonna burn and blister
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My blood
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God speed
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God
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Love her
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Farewell, honey
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Yeah
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No morning sun'll move her
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No help in amen or hallelujah
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Prayers are for the dead left over
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The breach never to reach that sandy beach
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Poor baby girl's gone under
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To each their own grave buried in
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Underneath abandoned boarding houses
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Sidewalks and streets
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Sidewalks and streets
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Though my skeleton won't tell
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Some could see
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Why moths draw to surgeon's drills
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And blood shots
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Hit the marrow
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Skeletal History
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Mark Lanegan |