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Pink Milk
02:54
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You call me over-sentimental dear, I just never learned to love right. Grimace through the shine, your sweetness cutting through me, blood and guts, my heart is just a muscle - and it over extends, you're washing up your brushes to paint me in a corner I can't leave. You can deceive, you can curse me, I don't mind much. Cause I'm not a fool for love, I'm a fool for the pain you inflict on me. Give me some bruising. On me, yeah, give me a laceration, cut me open and watch me bleed. Mastering your craft, you make a small incision, siphon me for all that I am worth. Grinning through the pain, your bitter desecration, blood and guts, my heart is just a tumor.
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The Long Con
02:32
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Wasting time, killing it so slowly, giving in to the long con of your love. Yeah, you know it's true. Your icy touch makes my skin crawl - and the longer I wait for your spirit to take me. Adeline. Burning out, carelessly, I'm living in the dark with the sun blocked out of the sky. It's all falling through. Miming out all the faces around me. Haven't felt anything in the longest time. Yeah, you know it's true. Your soft, friendly smile makes my skin crawl.
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Heap Cheap
02:15
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I could never really see through you. Blocking out the sun, wasn't meant to. Breathe in everything, all of it, the fumes. Wasting all about, desecrate and disuse. Taking a fall down the stairs and I'm landing on my neck. Turning off all of the lights, and I see this is the end. I could never really believe you. Hide behind the eyes, you're peering through. Feeling everything all at once, yet still. Staring in the void, telling you to kill.
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Shotgun wedding, axe murder divorce. Picking buckshot out of my heart. Leave the scavenge for the birds. The rigor mortis of our love. Passing on, goodbye so long. You're already dead. Pine box riding, stringing up the cans. Throw the garter and bouquet to your skeletal relatives.
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Vermin
02:25
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Valentines aren't meant for vermin like me. When you live in your own filth, it's hard to understand someone elses. Still I'm hanging upside down, I'm sleeping dreamlessly. Until the wind carries just right, and I smell your pheromones, then I know it's over. Crushed by love, not any other way I know.
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