| I’ll be your fiction and flight
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| I’ll be your fight with denial
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| Criminal image of you
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| You’re a scepter in the dark
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| Brought tyranny to my heart
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| Criminal image of you
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| I draw your blood, steeped in sin
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| Drag a needle on your skin
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| Your hands have got me unglued
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| Can measure pause when we speak
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| You spin the spell, and I’m weak
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| Criminal image of you
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| You’re a siren, anything I want
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| Everything I want
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| You’re a siren, anything I want
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| Everything I want
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| I’ll take my penance with years
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| Gathering cups of your tears
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| Searing myself with their heat
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| Chained to your curse and sickness
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| When I taste blood in your kiss
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| The tiger trap holding me
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| Lashed out, no purpose, just pain
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| Three thousand miles away
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| Criminal image of you
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| White knuckle you made it stop
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| Your heart is hard as a rock
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| Criminal image of you
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| I have been so small in my head
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| I’m a hole in your thoughts
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| I have been so small in my head
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| But you’ve got me caught
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| Initial on every pill
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| The chemicals keep me still
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| Bursting synapse in a fugue
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| Drawing your picture at most
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| The only way I get close
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| Standing way back in the queue
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| Crimson red paint on my door
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| You’ve skipped over me before
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| Criminal image of you
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| And I am bound in your sleep
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| Prisoner to all your dreams
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| Criminal image of you |