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I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war,
Worn lipstick by the door if I inflame

These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling you all week
for my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone fucker

I wanna see what you're insides look like
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what you're insides look like
I wanna see em

Well you don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my face late last night
I'm sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
Come on!

I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be

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