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Little Freaks

A thread is tied to my tongue
The end of it in your hand
I let you twist it,
And pull it,
Push your whole fist through it

You keep me quiet
In the palm of your hand
And after all eyes have closed,
That’s when you’ll kiss me

But I like the way it stings
I like the bitter taste of it
The shadows look good on me,
The way they keep me your secret

I’m hooked on everything you give me
I’ll gladly fall in line;
All you have to do is love me,
And always forgive me

I’m made for the abuse
Your skin on mine and all of the bruises
But you love me just like I need
And I would die for you

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