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I let the beast in too soon,
I don't know how to live without my hand on his throat,
I fight him, always and still.
Oh darlin', it's so sweet; you think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.
You say you don't spook easy,
you won't go, but I know.
and I pray that you will.

Fast as you can
Baby, run, free yourself of me.
Fast as you can.

I may be soft in your palm,
but I'll soon grow hungry for a fight,
and I will not let you win.
My pretty mouth with frame the phrases that will
disprove your faith in man.
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
heart from under your skin...

Fast as you can.
Baby, scratch me out, free yourself.
Fast as you can.
Fast as you can.
Baby, scratch me out, free yourself.
Fast as you can.

Sometimes, my mind don't shake and shift.
But most of the time, it does.
And I get to the place where I'm beggin' for a lift,
or I'll drown in the wonders
and the was.
And I'll be your girl
if you say it's a gift,
and you give me some more of your drugs.
I'll be your pet if you just tell me it's a gift
'cause I'm tired of whys chokin' on whys,
just need a little because, because.

I let the beast in and then
I even tried forgiving him,
but it's too soon so I'll fight
again, again, again, again, again;
and for a little while more
I'll soar the uneven wind,
complain and blame the sterile land.
But if you're gettin any bright ideas,
quiet dear - I'm bloomin' within.

a voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm.

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