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Swimming in addiction. Broadcast children live in fiction.
Awake in lying shame, tweaked twilight sighs as she counts her money.
Devils got my brain. All narrow escapes. Dont want to feel his hands again.
When fever blisters remember this advice: Believe in your own lies.
I couldnt quite describe all the tricks in your look.
If comfort in skin come from within, then why cant I get some for free?
Come on. Lord, everybodys tryin to die these days.
Sinking in oblivion. Keep constant love affairs.
Angel got my heart, holds hard the pieces so it dont fall apart.
We can hear you talk, got secret spies to tape you in the dark.
Doll, dont live off the edge. Sleep in bed alone.
Blood dripping down her nose. Getting it all over her clothes.
Guess comfort in skin, dont come from within.
She looks like she could use some help. I might have to help myself.
I cant stop thinking about what Im gonna do to you.