| I’ll build you a shiny dollhouse or church
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| For you to shrink into a tiny wight spider
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| And gorge on horrid memories with conceited wings
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| Smother the past in a cocoon for me
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| And I’ll help you move 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 possessions
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| I don’t need you to be my possession
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| And I won’t make you kneel for anyone but me
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| I won’t promise a star, 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, I’ll take you back inside
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| If they came for answers
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| I’ll wrap my claws 'round your mouth, tight
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| We’ll consume each other 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 possessions
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| I don’t need you to be my possession
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| And I won’t make you kneel for anyone but me
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| I won’t promise a star, 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 for anyone but me
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| I won’t promise a star, don’t promise your soul
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| We’ll say that we don’t believe
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| We can’t haunt this home, home anymore
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| We can’t haunt this home, home anymore
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| We can’t haunt this home, home anymore
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| We can’t haunt this home, home anymore
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| We can’t haunt this home, home anymore
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| We can’t haunt this home, home anymore
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| No, no, no, no, no |