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Stitches

Written by: J. Gordon/A. Derakh/R. Hewitt/R. Shuck

If it stayed I'd never leave it if that turned around
I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about
I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout, oh no it's you again
Someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for the chance to beat you
Drooling on the set to feel you, blessing you with every kiss

Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me so precious, loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me so precious, loving the thrill

Such the patient one who needs me, the spoiled one who wins
So shocking where's yours sense don't you know I hate you so, unsatisfied you little girl

Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me so precious, loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me so precious, loving the thrill

Rolling dice and seeming queer, bastard love a sick affair
Let's see what new disease you'll fetch
I mean that fucking you is stange and adored by me throughout
Oh no it's you again blessing you with every kiss

So precious you know this hate of mine exploded
I'm so deranged you know I will never be the same

Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me so precious, loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness
'Cause you're the death of me so precious, loving the thrill