Twisted Strange Biography

What a great toxic
To follow your heart
To go on instinct
Til your world falls apart
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My wrongful desires
Are coming clear
Growing stronger
Avoiding fear
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We are slow dancing
in a fire filled room
each step careless
perhaps adding to our doom
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I didn't ask to hold your hand
you just grabbed it
I didn't ask you to kiss me
you just did it
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you're the noose to my suicide
the knife to my throat
and the pills to my overdose
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