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i stole it from your pocket and theni left without a sound.i put it in a locket and then i put it in the ground, becausewe both know that no evidence can be found.i placed each photo that i collected and prized in the firei made a little potion and then i capped it with my toothand if i had a notion that they would offer me a truce,i would trade each forbidden fortune; instead, they'll fit me for a noosethey'll string me up by my vows just for that hour next to you.i hear the voices billow a ??a cool constant stutter from pink swollen tongueswell they don't know how i feelfor these flirts, and these tramps, oh wristcutters, each one of them!oh stop, please listen. you know they're not that innocent.oh...no no no no it's not me. i've paid all my debts, and it's such a small fee for some sleep... From Letras Mania