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Teasing and twisting
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You spin and use.
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Taking my last cigarette with a smile
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A wink that slices and slashes open
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The scars that you made not so long ago.
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They just healed by the way.
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Teasing and tearing
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You wink and nudge.
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But, your secret is out,
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Don’t be so gentle when you brush my hand.
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It happened, again. You know,
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How the room falls away
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And all I hear is your eyes.
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They say it all, even though you hide it so well.
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I can feel you sharpened your scalpel.
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It doesn’t tear as roughly as before
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But cuts savagely, viciously, and steadily.
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You like knowing that, don’t you?
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