| Poison cup, silver tongue was the start
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| You were gone, leaving you numb
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| Saw him round, super-clear he’d forgotten
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| Just the sound of his voice made you rotten
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| Succumbed
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| Promised he’s done
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| You’re a noose made flesh
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| Physical embodiment of every nightmare he wept in
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| But he’ll never get it, never get it
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| Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
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| Dry your leaking eyes out
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| This is something we won’t talk about
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| Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
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| Dry your leaking eyes out
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| This is when it’s best to pass out
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| Good to see ya, haven’t talked since our bender
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| Sweating palms, asking 'do you remember?'
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| Oh no! |
| We were too stoned!
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| Ask him by for a drink, your apartment
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| Plastic wrap, got a needle
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| You start
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| Pent-up scream comes out, wiping away all doubt
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| You’re a noose made flesh
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| Physical embodiment of every nightmare
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| He wept, just another compliment
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| Noose made flesh
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| Physical embodiment of every nightmare
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| He wept, but he’ll never get it
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| Never get it all, no
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| Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
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| Dry your leaking eyes out
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| This is something we won’t talk about
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| Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
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| Dry your leaking eyes out
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| This is when it’s best to pass out
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| Now you’re telling him 'don't make a sound'
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| Nah, he ain’t some wretch you found
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| Now he’s begging you 'please let me go'
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| But his ashes are needed to poison the seeds that he’s sewn
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| Oo-oo, tell me who are you-oo?
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| Dry your leaking eyes out
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| This is something we won’t talk about
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| Oo-oo, here, you want a tissue?
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| Dry your leaking eyes out
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| This is when it’s best to pass out |