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The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quick Quicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick Sicker than my temperature rising Sicker than the whites of their eyes despising me And all my lovers that I can't disguise And I'll never know why The air is clear, clearer that the taste of tears Clearer than me smell of fear And I'm fearful for a long cold year with you Don't you know what you do? You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes Separate the scabs from the bruises I turn my thoughts off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on I'm out of breath, offers me a taste of death Equally the taste of life and I freeze to feel it I prayed to my god and I prayed to your Jesus, oh yes Letras de cancionesI prayed and I pleaded that I'd never go back But I'm always going back Cause 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 you leave Don't you know what you do? You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes Separate the scabs from the bruises Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on Off and on He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live He's gonna teach me how to live From Letras Mania