lace

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in my head's a dangerous place
filled with death wrapped up in lace
the lace is what invites you in
trapped before it even begins
now it's too late you can't get out
take my hand and live with doubt
make your heart race in your chest
wish that you were better dead
now you know just what I think
take off your jacket come have a drink

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