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Witchless C SpotMy lover's eyes are grey like sandLittle teeth bite harder when you feed it dead hands Our movement stands high on a silver Lincoln Better get a move on it before he drives away Bloody back is a crime Bloody back is a crime inside my mouth Sinister arms are strong like hair Molecules shake harder when you show me you care This James Dean baby got me on the run Move on the run when you feed me dead hands Where this mouth is a dent Witchless C spot caused five inner deaths Where my head ain't worth a fix Worth a fix, oh no Draggin' your skin I'm pulling it from within It's got a hold Turning me into mass Losin' my hair This ride has given me hell Me as your mold I'm only hear as your ghost The realisation has been forced in me That this little love I have for you is in vain My unawareness suffocates your drive Move on the run when waters are gone Where this mouth is a dent Where my head ain't worth a fix Worth a fix, oh no Draggin' your skin I'm pulling it from within It's got a hold Turning me into mass Losin' my hair This ride has given me hell Me as your mold I'm only hear as your ghost Draggin' your skin I'm pulling it from within It's got a hold Turning me into mass Losin' my hair This ride has given me hell Me as your mold I'm only hear as your ghost |