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EmAbout as subtle as an Amearthquake i know, My Dmistakes were made for Emyou EmAnd in the backroom of a Ambad dream she came And Dwhisked me away entEmhused
EmAnd it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill, The Amfact is that it probably will hit Dsomething On the hazardous terEmrain And we're just following the Emflock around And in-between AmBefore we're smashed to smithereens Like Dthey were Then we scramble from the B7blame And it, the Amfame that put words in her mouth, She B7couldn't help but spit them out, AmInnocence and arogance enB7twined, In the filthiest of Emminds
She was bitten on her bithday nad now, A face in the crowd she's not And I suspect that now forever the shape she Came to escape is forgot And it's a lot to ask her not to sting and give Her less than everything, Around your crooked conscience she will wind