cover my in anything you'd have on me curl my teeth with bitter smiles and cigarettes torture me and let me watch you as you fuck him bury in love until i suffocate 'cause it's easier to make love than to crawl across the floor and beg for more after all, this cold i'm sure won't last for long the bible thumpers on each corner turn to drink they only do it to avoid the freezing cold their mother chase them out of bars and down the street 'cause it's easier to hide from than it is to face reality each day
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