Coup De Grace

Open the centerfold and behold

The creases you've come to know make up your soul

Inspect the spectacle, the divine show

No-one understands but pretends to know

Inside your little palm, singing psalms

Peering through the space between your arms

My story lacks in the facts

I don't know what I'm on

So come on, coup de gras

Coup de gras

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Running the circles through, right back to you

Finding at the finish line, nothing new

The let-down that sticks like you

Slipping through my fingers gripping onto what is left of you

Waiting for lessons learned, taking turns

The loudest of them all, left to be unheard

My story lacks in the facts

I don't know what I'm on

So come on, coup de gras

Coup de gras

Coup de gras

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You know I want it

You know I need it

You know I need it all the time

You know I want it

You know I need it

You know I need it all the time

You know I want it

You know I need it

You know I need it all the time

Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time

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