I’ll build you a shiny
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dollhouse or church
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where you can shrink
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into a tiny wight spider
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and gorge on horrid memories
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with conceited wings
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Smother the past in a cocoon
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or me
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and I’ll help you move
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all the bodies
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I’ll possess you but I don’t need you
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to be another one of my posessions
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I don’t need you to be my possession
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And I won’t make you kneel,
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for anyone but me
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Won’t promise a star,
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don’t promise your soul
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We’ll say that we don’t believe
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I’ll keep you wet when the world is dry
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I can see them coming
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I’ll take you back inside
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if they came for answers
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I’ll wrap my claws around your mouth tight
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we’ll consume each other
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until there’s nothing left to hide
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and they can all drown in our blood
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I’ll possess you but I don’t need you
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to be another one of my posessions
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I don’t need you to be my possession
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And I won’t make you kneel,
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for anyone but me
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Won’t promise a star,
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don’t promise your soul
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We’ll say that we don’t believe
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And I won’t make you kneel,
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for anyone but me
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Won’t promise a star,
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don’t promise your soul
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We’ll say that we don’t believe
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We’ll say that we don’t believe
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We can’t haunt this home,
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home anymore
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no, no, no, no, no, no
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We can’t haunt this home,
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home anymore
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no, no, no, no, no, no
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We can’t haunt this home,
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home anymore
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no, no, no, no, no, no
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We can’t haunt this home,
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home anymore
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no, no, no, no, no, no
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Wight Spider
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| Marilyn Manson |
