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Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those how have
Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now