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I strapped a lace around your skinny waist (oh)
It might as well have been my neck that's hanging in
Worse like a razor, cut the skin from my bones (woah)
Down to my skeleton, the only thing I own

You say I did something wrong yesterday
You're right, of course, I'm making fool of myself in every way

Things I left for me
You're so full on
You kick them all away

Years starts flowing, I stop and wait
I'm like a dog in me, a carnivore to meat

You see me walking around in slow motion like a ghost
You're right, of course, the blood in my brain's (?) away it slow
You have (?), you'd never gonna get to (?) what I wanna cause I wanna hang on
You have thoughts, there's nothing I can do
I'm getting old enough it's me against the world

I sat down
You alone
My soul
And everything that comes to lover's lust

Things I left for me, oh
You're so full on
You kick 'em all away
You're so full on
You kick 'em all away

Things I left for me, oh
Me, oh

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