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Pull it again, it hurts no one So you say to what will be gone The rug is a deep red beneath In contrast to the black of your teeth You make me sick Treating her like shit Grab that down from the door! What on earth is that for? To hang her like a new shirt? "It's not like it's going to hurt.." So kill it like a lamb Just stab as hard as you can Until you can't feel breathing Until you feel thought leaving You make me sick Treating her like shit You make me sick Treating her like shit Success, you did it wrong Where has all the fullness gone? At least she is free from your eye Letras de cancionesI just hope you don't survive it's better to be a bastard sometimes (times ?) You make me sick From Letras Mania