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last night's love was stale like the bread left out it was bound to fail and you're ready for the kill i eat you whole and you make me we're left sore and torn waiting for the flies our skin is itching it's crackling waiting to die dry blood runs on white sheets and we've got no shoes on our feet like a snow globe in your room we're all mixed up and tangled and tied waiting waiting for the moon

 

 

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