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The Divorce
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Knife and Kids
While you carve up the children I'll be combing the sand Searching for bones and teeth And soft little things Held in soft little hands
You make me feel like a woman I'll make you feel like a man We'll make them all feel like bitches While we have them eating from our hands
((I know something you don't know))
We'll be calling a roll call For people weak in the knees And then we'll call them all liars Because we do as we damn well please
Too many days I've spent most of them just Waiting for something Too many ways For your car to break down I'll misbehave In the hopes I'll catch Not hold your attention If you're the king Then let me see your crown Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Every day I starve myself Because it's feast or fashion And every day I crack a rib Because I'm laughing at myself
Every day I starve myself Because it's feast or fashion And every day I crack a rib I hope I laugh myself to death
Too many days I've spent most of them just Waiting for something Too many ways For your car to break down I'll misbehave In the hopes I'll catch Not hold your attention If you're the king Then let me see your crown
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