Go for the jugular, cut the vein
And kiss it away,
If you can burn it out
Like a tick buried in
You may find that my appetite gets its way
It keeps
If I could paint your picture,
I'd paint you as the
It's all I see, It's all I see.
Please take it
We awake, wake on the inside
I must have a need
I'm living a lie
And it's not the best thing for
Holding on your lazy arms
Get up out of bed
There's vanity,
Sucker myself into believing that I'm doing the right thing
I
I’ve got something to say
I’ve acquired a taste for watching
I have a mark on me,
like a brand on my
I've seen good people bleed...
And I thought I'd seen it
If you can burn it out
Like a tick buried in
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