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Your hands were cold and your eyes were wide as you laid there helpless on your side and I don't think I could ever feel alright again in this hotel bathroom

Your dress was torn and your fingers froze on a filthy floor in your fancy clothes I can hear the sirens getting closer now in this hotel bathroom

Now as I'm flying in circles above your pretty little head in heat my mouth starts to water your pace slows as the wind blows

Your hands were cold and my motives vain as a rusted spike stood still in your veins it would take forever to explain the stains on this plain white t-shirt

I never hoped this would come true you said you'd die for me I said I'd die for you what the hell do think you were trying to prove in this hotel bathroom

Now as I'm swimming in circles below your pretty dangling feet drawn to the red in the water your pace slows as the blood flows

Now as I'm flying in circles above your pretty little head it heat my mouth starts to water

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