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You're running for the kitchen drawer to find a knife to end me 'Cause if I'm not yours anymore then no-one else shall have me The mirror broke seven years to go of misery and corrosion We can watch our kind of love We gotta a dangerous obsession And there was a look that froze your eyes Of irrational destruction I only saw you through a selfish Smokescreen of corruption I fell upon you, threw you down And out like other flotsam Body unknown (x3) Put your photo in my book of bodies Like a killer counts the notches Smile about you sometimes When drawing of the catches A gallery from the photo-booth A hundred frozen faces Body or no, all overthrown All weary, worn out, wasted Body unknown (x3) I clasp your wrist, the edge cuts Letras de cancionesInto the little finger Its not the pain of skin wound Its the mentalness that lingers And your hair was wet, torrential tears I always hear you crying And I smelled you head, damp like a dog That smell of damp dogs dying Body unknown (x3) You cry Body unknown You cry Body unknown From Letras Mania