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You lick my wounds I I picked this pine stuck in my side I've made my head and there I'll hide My mouth a grin my muscle taut My mind is clear devoid of thought My mouth is red the lies are real and perfect as The love I steal you picked this pine stuck in your arm and then you just ran out of charm I picked this pine stuck in my side I've made my hand and there I'll hide my mouth a grin my muscle taut my mind is clear devoid of thought Now all the time I hear you say I wasn't meant to be this way My noose is tied the slack is cut I picked my pine my stink is mine I wasn't meant to be this way My stink is mine.
