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The beauty spot was borrowed and
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow.
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard.
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees At the altar of my ego
You drained my heart And make a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart And make a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open
Like they're begging for dope and hoping
Their bitter petal chant,
"We can kick, you won't be back."
I'm a diamond that is tired
Of all the faces I've acquired
We must secure the shadow
Ere the substance fades
You drained my heart And make a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart And make a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
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I don't want your money honey
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