Tom: D
Introdução:
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You're looking at me now, and I didn't know what to say
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Medicine from the mouth is poison in the brain
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Wet black streaks are scarring the side of your face
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I watch you undress and sleep in the mess you're made
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You'd look prettier dead
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So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
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You strain your lungs into the pillow
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Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"
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And after it is done, now I can see the stains on your teeth
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And the sides of your face seem to lack all symmetry
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But I will forgive and never forget, and I won?t deny my philosophy?s amiss
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These words are poison delivered through the lips, stating it simply, "ignorance is bliss"
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You'd look prettier dead
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So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
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You strain your lungs into the pillow
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Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"
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You'd look prettier dead
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So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
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You strain your lungs into the pillow
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Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"