Wash your back so you don t stab mine
get in bed with your own kind
live your life so you don t see mine
drape your back so you wont shine
ooh then she holds my hand
and I lie to get a smile
using what I want
to get what you want
ooh sweet amber
how sweet are you?
how sweet does it get?
chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
she rolls me over till I m sick
she deals in habits, deals in pain
I run away, but I m back again..
ooh then she holds my hand
and I lie to get a smile
and she squeezes tighter
I still lie to get a smile
she holds the pen that spells the end
she traces me and draws me in

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