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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-07-09 | | Your perfect skin It’s perfect pain I’d crush the ends Of this wasting game Your perfect skin Is no mistake This perfect fire For heaven’s sake Erase its memory I’d face you with my inner evil Erase its beauty Don’t trust him He’s deceiving Stop crying Stop believing Your perfect skin Burns perfect wishes He eats the dinner I’d do the dishes Your perfect skin Is imperfection Of my every cell He gives addiction Erase his eyes Leave me staring at a blank face Erase tonight I’m such a disgrace Leave me feeling like I have no place Feel the perfection in his flesh I craved my name’n his arm But warms ate all his skin Perfection’s got no charm
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