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The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quickQuicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick, sicker than mytemperature rising,Sicker than the whites of their eyes despising me and all mylovers that I cant disguiseAnd I'll never know whyThe air is clear, clearer that the taste of tears,Clearer than me smell of fear and I`m fearful for a longcold year with you,Don't you know what you do?You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozesSeparate the scabs from the bruisesI turn my thoughts off and on, off and on, off and on...I'm out of breath, offers me a taste of deathEqually the taste of life and I freeze to feel it,I prayed to my god and I prayed to yours Jesus, oh yesI prayed and I pleaded that I`d never go backBut I'm always goin' backCoz the touch is sweet, sweeter than he touches me,Sweeter when that touch repeats, repeats,Please believe my heart spills its guts every time that youleave.Letras de cancionesDon't you know what you do?You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozesSeparate the scabs from the bruisesOff and on, off and on, off and on, off and on, off andon...He's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to liveHe's gonna teach me how to live From Letras Mania