Am I a monster when i sink my teeth into her
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when i don't love her
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no, i don't love you
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forgive me darling, but love has nothing to do with this
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it has nothing to do with how i can't stop
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until i get what i want from you
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this is what real men keep quiet
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it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth
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and sleep at night next to your wife
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who you love too much to tell her
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you don't love her at all
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i just feel as empty as the lungs
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of those waiting in the womb
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do you feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting
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to come into this world
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where being beautiful means being used
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how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
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and pose like angels on the outside
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when all i am is a monster
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Terrible! How Terrible For The Great City!
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As Cities Burn |