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There are knives between the sheets
Thereโ€™s belt around my neck
Thereโ€™s a basement in my house
But thatโ€™s enough about that

Beneath this ugly suit, shrill bones are fully charged
Thereโ€™s a worm inside my leg โ€“ heโ€™s the one in charge
The sight, the sound, the skin โ€“ crocodilian

The birthmark upon my thigh, the whispers in my ear
The jury is all out when you have gone, my dear
The sight, the sound, the skin โ€“ crocodilian

The sight, the sound, the skin
The sight, the sound, the skin
la la la la
The sight, the sound, the skin โ€“ Crocodilian

Your dress without a host
like an old tattoo
I made a meal on a dirty plate
a fist to fit the bruise

A fist to fit the bruise...

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