LYRICS
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The song basically moves around this simple progression: C-D-EmHowever, it might change into especially somewherein the middle of a song, where we have this lick:oh i miss the kiss of treachery the shameless kiss of vanitythe soft and the black and the velvety up tight against the side of meand mouth and eyes and heart all bleedand run in thickening streams of greedas bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party pieceoh i miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss before i feedthe stench of a love for a younger meatand the sound that it makes when it cuts in deepthe holding up on bended knees the addiction of duplicitiesas bit by bit it starts the need to just let go my party piecebut i never said i would stay to the endso i leave you with babies and hoping for frequencyscreaming like this in the hope of the secrecyscreaming me over and over and overi leave you with photographs pictures of trickerystains on the carpet and stains on the scenerysongs about happiness murmured in dreamswhen we both of us knew how the ending would be . . .so it's all come back round to breaking apart againbreaking apart like i'm made up of glass againmaking it up behind my back againholding my breath for the fear of sleep againholding it up behind my head againcut in deep to the heart of the bone againround and round and round and it's coming apart againover and over and overnow that i know that i'm breaking to piecesi'll pull out my heart and i'll feed it to anyonecrying for sympathy crocodiles cryfor the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyonedropping through sky through the glass of the roofthrough the roof of your mouth through the mouth of your eyethrough the eye of the needle it's easier for meto get closer to heaven than ever feel whole againi never said i would stay to the endi knew i would leave you with babies and everythingscreaming like this in the hole of sincerityscreaming me over and over and overi leave you with photographs pictures of trickerystains on the carpet stains on the memorysongs about happiness murmured in dreamswhen we both of us knew how the end always is . . .how the end always is . . .
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