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Something soulless sold you it hates you
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They wear the sheepskins, but you are the monster
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Breathing men would kill
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Lucy don't go hold me haunt me
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tinctures taunt you, cause you are the monster
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breathing men would kill
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blame me for this as you sit in your counting room
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coughing up blood just to spit in my mouth
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soon you'll be gone and the rain will was you away
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tucked in and gagged now say your prays
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Lipstick tourniquets work when the poison
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begins to take hold. And for what reward?
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So the simple can suck on the rinds.
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Lipstick Tourniquets
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| Vendetta Red |
