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verse 1
Petite Mort, I'm asking for an answer
Petite Mort, you sang until you slept
Petite Mort, you took yourself, you bastard
Petite Mort, the sleeping's all that's left
You took apart the sympathetic angle
When you catered to the bitterness inside
Resigned yourself to depths I couldn't handle
A million daily deaths before you die
Gathered a bouquet
Of roses and posies
And straightened my tie
When I got there, you were nowhere I could find
verse 2
Through layer after layer of subconscious
I hunted for a reason in the woods
I tore apart the map and started backwards
I couldn't picture living there for good
I left you there to finish starting fires
And I left you there to propagate your lie
I left you there cos honey, I was tired
I left you but that doesn't make it right
I remember your bedroom
Ivy and clover
You kept me alive
Knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside
verse 3
Now Petite Mort, I'm asking for an answer
Now Petite Mort, you sang until you slept
Now Petite Mort, you took yourself, you bastard
Now Petite Mort, the sleeping's all that's left
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Oooooh Oooh Oooooh
Oooooh Oooh Oooooh
Oooooh Oooh
Knives drawn, the butcher world waited outside