Anger and lust my senses running amok
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Bewildered and deluded, have I been hit by a truck?
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When my tongue lay inside his lip
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Felt like the time in the womb
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But I woke up with a headache that split my skull
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Alone in the room
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I got down on the floor with my head pressed between my knees
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Under the bed with my teeth sunk into my own flesh
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I said baby, oh sweetheart
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Lust turns to anger, a kiss to a slug
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Something was sticky on your shag rug, look at the tile
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I remember the way he groaned and moved with an animal skill
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I rubbed my face in the sweat that ran down his chest
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It was all very run of the mill
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But I noticed his scent started to change somehow
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His face went berserk and the veins bulged on his brow
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I said baby, oh sweetheart
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Bondage to lust, abuse of facility
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Blackmailed emotions confuse the demon and devotee
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I was sure his intentions were sweet
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And that mine was as well
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But a wish is a shot in the dark
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When your coin's down the well
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I got out in the hall with my teeth in my head
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Up to my neck and I said, said, said dead
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I said baby, oh sweetheart
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Up The Neck
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The Pretenders |