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Pussyfoot Miss Suicide

Hey there, I think I know you,

What was it, youre contending to do

Thats rite, manipulate everyone

Around to dream youre over due

You try to slit your wrists

With a dry, blunt block of wood

Upgrade it to a grater and still wont do no good

Cmon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade

To you and since were here

You might as well cut me too

Like an acid flashback, it all came

Back to me

Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later

I vomit I odd oh yes indeed

You try to slit your wrists

With a dry, blunt block of wood

Upgrade it to a grater and still wont do no good

Cmon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade

To you, And since were here

You might as well kill me too

Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you

Let me love you black and blue

Its the least that I could do

Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below

Its just a trifle hunch, that Ill beat u to the punch

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