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The beauty spot was borrowed
And now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees
At the altar of my ego
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces
Of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces
Of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open
Like they're begging for dope
And hoping their bitter petal chant
We can kick, you won't be back
I'm a diamond that is tired
Of all the faces I've acquired
We must secure the shadow ere
The substance fades
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces
Of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces
Of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces
Of me in your veins
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces
Of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
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