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Learn to sleep through misery.
Never gonna wake feeling free.
No one fucks as good as marilyn.
Plastic surgery sure cures your sins.
You need a fix I'm your prostitute.
Repression says depravity�s cute.
I'll feed you lines to make you smile.
You're so easy to dehumanise.
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's not that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
Degrade your senses till you hate me.
Begging to be cool through nicotine.
Decadence costs but she must be clean.
Build up walls so that you can't feel.
When you get high it's so unreal.
Days fade in and I need the night.
I've seen your dumb face all my life.
Eyes close down, I don't wanna see.
Broken communion of the twentieth century.
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's not that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
You're gonna pay for my intelligence.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
Degrade your senses till you hate me.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
We promote all sickness and disease.
You're gonna pay for my intelligence.
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck.
You're so dead.
You're so dead.
Never gonna wake feeling free.
No one fucks as good as marilyn.
Plastic surgery sure cures your sins.
You need a fix I'm your prostitute.
Repression says depravity�s cute.
I'll feed you lines to make you smile.
You're so easy to dehumanise.
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's not that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
Degrade your senses till you hate me.
Begging to be cool through nicotine.
Decadence costs but she must be clean.
Build up walls so that you can't feel.
When you get high it's so unreal.
Days fade in and I need the night.
I've seen your dumb face all my life.
Eyes close down, I don't wanna see.
Broken communion of the twentieth century.
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's not that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
You're gonna pay for my intelligence.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
Degrade your senses till you hate me.
Pay for it.
Pay for it.
We promote all sickness and disease.
You're gonna pay for my intelligence.
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck.
You're so dead.
You're so dead.
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