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    You part the seas
    You part your legs
    You spread yourself
    All over the place
    There's the bed
    You just lie
    To me to everyone
    A deeper cut, not too clean
    That's not your style

    Lick your wounds till you have no blood
    Make another choice
    Lick your wounds till you have no blood
    Take another slice

    You're gliding on sheets of pain
    You're tired as your lines
    Gliding on sheets of pain
    You're killing more than time
    You're gliding on sheets of pain
    You're tired as your lines
    Gliding on sheets of pain
    You're killing more than time

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    The seas are churned your legs are wet
    The waters deepen with every step
    Your eyes burn hands are full
    Taking more than you should get

    There's the bed you're still lying
    To me to everyone
    Cut in deeper not too clean
    That's not your style

    Lick your wounds till you have no blood
    Make another choice
    Lick your wounds till you have no blood
    Take another slice

    You're gliding on sheets of pain
    You're tired as your lines
    Gliding on sheets of pain
    You're killing more than time

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    Composition: Fred Schneider, Brian Connelly, Don Pyle, and Reid Diamond

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