| If it stayed I’d never leave it
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| If that turned around
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| I’d grieve the special dirty things
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| That we used to talk about
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| I mean that loving you is strange
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| And adored by me throughout
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| Oh no, it’s you again
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| Someday soon you’ll find that someone
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| Waiting for the chance to beat you
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| Drooling on the set to feel you
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| Blessing you with every kiss
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| Tying yourself to me
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| Stitch up my emptiness
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| Tying yourself to me
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| Stitch up my emptiness
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| It’s such the patient one who needs me
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| The spoiled one who wins
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| So shocking where’s yours sense
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| Don’t you know I hate you ooh
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| Unsatisfied, you little girl
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| Tying yourself to me
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| Stitch up my emptiness
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| Tying yourself to me
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| Stitch up my emptiness
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| Rolling dice and seeming queer
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| Bastard love a sick affair
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| Let’s see what new disease you’ll fetch
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| I mean that fucking you is strange
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| And adored by me throughout
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| Oh no, it’s you again, blessing you with every kiss
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| So precious, you know this hate of mine exploded
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| I’m so deranged, you know I will never be deceived
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| Tying yourself to me
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| Stitch up my emptiness
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| Tying yourself to me
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| Stitch up my emptiness
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| So precious, loving the thrill
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| 'Cause you’re the death of me
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| So precious, loving the thrill |