Sharp and open
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Leave me alone
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And sleeping less every night
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As the days become heavier and weighted
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Waiting
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In the cold light
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A noise
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A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
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With spiders inside them
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And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
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I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
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A hundred other words blind me with your purity
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Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
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I think about tomorrow
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Please let me sleep
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As I slip down the window
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Freshly squashed fly
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You mean nothing
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You mean nothing
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I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
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All the time
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Lose me in the dark
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Please do it right
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Run into the night
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I will lose myself tomorrow
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Crimson pain
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My heart explodes
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My memory in a fire
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And someone will listen
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At least for a short while
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I can never say no to anyone but you
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Too many secrets
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Too many lies
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Writhing with hatred
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Too many secrets
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Please make it good tonight
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But the same image haunts me
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In sequence
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In despair of time
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I will never be clean again
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I touched her eyes
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Pressed my stained face
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I will never be clean again
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Touch her eyes
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Press my stained face
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I will never be clean again
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I will never be clean again
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I will never be clean again
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I will never be clean again
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The Figurehead
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| Cure |
