The Pornographers Daughter

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I can't leave with words like these  
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They break the bones that hold up my sleeves  
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I've got to tie her so high her breath freezes  
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before she speaks, but this bus just won't go far enough  
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So I'll strap my face to a homemade bomb and blow the bus stop through the parking lot  
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We'll celebrate when you were free  


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I know a place where we can both get laced  
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Take some time to learn about your face  
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about bawling and bell curves  
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about strength from inhalers  
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and I'll take the fifth and you can just sit  
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and I'll watch from a distance while you open it  
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This is how I will keep her..in pieces..she's a keeper  


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And I'll be holding my breath with the best..  
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my breath with the best intentions  


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This is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly  
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it wraps around and screams at me,  
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"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" x2  



My straight faced grin is the first to leave hand in hand with the queen of tragedy  

Why do I hurt just on purpose?  

I guess I lack a purpose..  

So smile like a child sitting in the sea forget about what's in the water  

and just focus in on me I'll be the phantom of the opera  

I'll be the lantern you blow out first..  



And I'll be holding my breath with the best..  

my breath with the best intentions  



This is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly  

it wraps around and screams at me,  

"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" x2  

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And I'll be the reason you'll leave this city x2 
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And I'll be the reason (Not for me)x4