There´s blood on my mouth cause I´ve been biting my tongue all week.
I keep on talking trash but I never say anything.
And the talking leads to touching.
And the touching leads to sex.
And then there´s no mystery left.
And it´s bad news, baby it´s bad news.
Cause you´re just damage control
For a walking corpse like me, like you
Cause we´ll all be portions for foxes
Yeah, we´ll all be portions for foxes.
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