Eyes like a slash across her face
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Lips I'd kill a man to taste
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Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying
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Whatever it does, I'll do it 'til I'm dying
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I can't wash her away
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It's getting under my skin
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I can't wash her away
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I can feel her closing in
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Hands like a carnival of queens
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Hair like a heart attack of dreams
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A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
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Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
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Little white fingertips running up your back
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Little needling scores where her nails leave a track
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I can't wash her away
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She's living in my skin
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I can't seem to wash her away
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I can feel her closing in
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Eyes like a slash across her face
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Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste
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Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying
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If she's nothing but a coffin least she's good enough to die in
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She's a ballroom full of dancing chairs
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She's a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair
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A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
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Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
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Every one night stand is a six week stretch
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Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
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Skin so white, a heart so pure
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If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her
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Wash Her Away
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Del Amitri |