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I'm wearing your dress I walk in your shoes I'm humming your favourites I'm making your moves I'm breathing your grace And I handle with care I talked to your neighbour I said you ain't there I'm here to shed your blood I'm here to rip your heart in two Well, I came to hear you scream I came to make my peace with you That's why Pain machine That's why Pain machine That's why That's why That's why That's why I'm living your lie And I'm proving you're real And then I sign with your lipstick Your part of the deal Oh yeah, I call the police Then I'm closing your eyes And then I'm washing my hands clean And switch off your light Well, I'm here to shed your blood I'm here to rip your heart in two Yeah, I came to hear you scream I came to make my peace with you And that's why Pain machine That's why Pain machine That's why I call the police I'm here to rip your heart in two Yes, I call the police I'm here to make my peace with you Oh, that's why Pain machine And that's why Pain machine Pain machine Your pain machine Your pain machine
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