Cover my in anything you'd have on me
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Curl my teeth with bitter smiles and cigarettes
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Torture me and let me watch you as you fuck him
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Bury me in love until i suffocate
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'Cause it's easier to make love
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Than to crawl across the floor and beg for more
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After all, this cold i'm sure won't last for long
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The bible thumpers on each corner turn to drink
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They only do it to avoid the freezing cold
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Their mother chase them out of bars
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And down the street
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'Cause it's easier to hide from
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Than it is to face reality each day
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T.M.T.
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| Snow Patrol |
