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Sep 2017
your calloused
your calloused
but you don't even know

picking off the skin
of my dried lips

bleeding fingertips
bleeding lips
but I don't even know

we go hand in hand
numb and cold
i know

When I covered myself
with gasoline
smelled so good

oh we live
in such a twisted world
some worship the
devil

bleeding fingertips
bleeding mouth
we'll never know
what pain is

hand in hand
numb and cold
eileen
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eileen
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