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She's made of hair and bone and little teeth,
And things I cannot speak.
She comes on like a crippled plaything,
Spine is just a string.
I wrapped our love in all this foil,
Silver-tight like spider legs.
I never wanted it to ever spoil,
but flies will lay their eggs.
Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly,
Sealed up with virgin stitch.
If it hurts baby, please tell me,
Preserve the innocence.
I never wanted it to end like this,
But flies will lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
What I wanted.
What I needed.
What I got for me.
What I wanted.
What I needed.
What I got for me.
Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.
Take your, take your
Get up out of me
I'm not proud with me
I never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
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