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Thursday, July 28, 2005


Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty, babe
The kind of dirty
Where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those
Only go so far to bury them
So deep and down we go

Way down
Mark the grave
Where the searchlights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door
And they found you on the bathroom floor

Back home
Off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying
Won't stop lying
If you want, I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?


I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard


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