If I pump out blood in the sunshine
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Oil on the wheel
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That is blasted and busted away
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A nail or a little piece of glass
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A little piece of glass
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A little piece of glass
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Swarming like bees over the air
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Off the pump off the thing
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The blood that I'm pumping away
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Like bees over the air
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Off the pump
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Off the thing
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The blood that I'm pumping away
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Off the pump
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Off the thing
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The blood that I'm pumping away
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If I pump blood in the sunshine
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And you wear a leather box with azaleas
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And I pump more blood
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And it seeps through my skin
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Will you adore the river
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The stream, the trickle
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The tributary of my heart
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As I pump more blood
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And it seeps through my skin
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Will you adore the river
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The stream, the trickle
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The tributary of my heart
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If I'm pumping blood
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Like a common state worker
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If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
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Would you think less of me
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And my coagulating heart
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Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
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Coagulating heart
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Pumping blood
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Would you top me off
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Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy
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While you yell out, a€œmercya€?
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We grow apart
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Would you rip and cut me
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Use a knife on me
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Be shocked at the boldness
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The coldness of this little heart
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Tied up in leather
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Would you take the measure
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Of the blood that I pump
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In the manic confusion of love
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Supreme violation
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Supreme violation
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a€œOh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech youa€?
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a€œOh Jack I beseech youa€?
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Supreme violation
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Blood in the foyer
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The bathroom
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The tea room
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The kitchen, with her knives splayed
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I will swallow your sharpest cutter
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Like a colored man's dick
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Blood spurting from me
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a€œOh Jack, Jack I beseecha€|a€?
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a€œJack, I beseech you, I beseecha€|a€?
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In the end it was an ordinary heart
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a€œOh Jack I beseech youa€?
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As I scream out my pain
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In the end it was an ordinary heart
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In the end, in the end, in the end
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It was an ordinary heart
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a€œJack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech youa€?
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Supreme violation... Oh
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a€œJack, Jack, Jack I beseech youa€?
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I call out your name
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Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,
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The tea room, the kitchen
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And knives splayed
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I swallow your sharpest cutter
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Like a colored man's dick
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Blood spurting from me
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Blood spurting from me
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a€œOh Jacka€?
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a€œOh Jack, I beseech yaa€?
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In the end it was an ordinary heart
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In the end it was an ordinary heart
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Pumping blood
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Pumping Blood
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| Metallica |
