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Curl Up and Die - Instrumental lyrics
She kisses like cough syrup when I have a cold. but we're not in love, we're just alone. Like a drug company's overdose. Trying to replace our heads with holes. We're missing days and spending weeks. Only passing through looking for company. And semen released is a rotting stomach. Like a body drained of blood. My flaw. Our failure. |
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