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She hides a bottle up and down the bed and she hates it when you win
You can yell and scratch the awful sin
Combats the careless thing she did
So she sets aside the fingerprints that have fallen across this back
That has been breaking for quite sometime despite its barefaced innocence
Are your dirty hands folded?
As the evening gown is spent
And tonight has gone to rest
May you taste his filthy skin?
Will you neglect everything?
Because she's shot and she's shaking
Like a nervous wreck again
And the bottle beneath her bed is the only memory left.
You can yell and scratch the awful sin
Combats the careless thing she did
So she sets aside the fingerprints that have fallen across this back
That has been breaking for quite sometime despite its barefaced innocence
Are your dirty hands folded?
As the evening gown is spent
And tonight has gone to rest
May you taste his filthy skin?
Will you neglect everything?
Because she's shot and she's shaking
Like a nervous wreck again
And the bottle beneath her bed is the only memory left.