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You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken
You're asking me when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty
Blacker then my father's soul
Drunk enough to raise us all
Pink
Pink
Roses
Roses
Nomad
Drowning rat
Black, Black
So black you can't even grasp the fact
Blacker than a begger's soul
Rich enough to raise us all
Lead with your need as God decends
Pink
Pink
Roses
Roses
Cold in the ground
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown
I wanna drench you
Stab you, fuck you, and film you
Pink
Pink
Roses
Roses
And if it ain't sold
Platinum or gold
This'll be the biggest lie you ever lived
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