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Eyes like a slash across her face
Lips I`d kill a man to taste
Whatever this stuff is, I`m buying
Whatever it does, I`ll do it `til I`m dying

I can`t wash her away
It`s getting under my skin
I can`t wash her away
I can feel her closing in

Hands like a carnival of queens
Hair like a heart attack of dreams
A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
Little white fingertips running up your back
Little needling scores where her nails leave a track

I can`t wash her away
She`s living in my skin
I can`t seem to wash her away
I can feel her closing in

Eyes like a slash across her face
Lips so damn sweet you`d cut your tonuge out for a taste
Whatever this stuff is, I`m buying
If she`s nothing but a coffin least she`s good enough to die in
She`s a ballroom full of dancing chairs
She`s a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair
A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
Every one night stand is a six week stretch
Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
Skin so white, a heart so pure
If you opeden up her veins you`d see the light run through her

Eyes like a slash across her face
Lips I`d kill a man to taste
Whatever this stuff is, I`m buying
Whatever it does, I`ll do it `til I`m dying

I can`t wash her away
It`s getting under my skin
I can`t wash her away
I can feel her closing in

Hands like a carnival of queens
Hair like a heart attack of dreams
A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
Little white fingertips running up your back
Little needling scores where her nails leave a track

I can`t wash her away
She`s living in my skin
I can`t seem to wash her away
I can feel her closing in

Eyes like a slash across her face
Lips so damn sweet you`d cut your tonuge out for a taste
Whatever this stuff is, I`m buying
If she`s nothing but a coffin least she`s good enough to die in
She`s a ballroom full of dancing chairs
She`s a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair
A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss
Screams so small you could hold them in your fist
Every one night stand is a six week stretch
Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
Skin so white, a heart so pure
If you opeden up her veins you`d see the light run through her

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