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I was about to,
Almost nothing at all,
I was about to,
Really mess up my face.
To forever tie myself to the foot of,
The bitch of your bed.
I was about to,
Break bone by bone.
I was about to,
What they call dead.
I was this close to,
Hanging my life by a...
Oh, oh!,
Just to this,
Oh, oh,
For a kiss, oh!

It has nothing to do,
Nothing to do with fear,
It was simply that,
I felt the noose around my neck,
I counted with danger,
And made a clean cut in time.
On the edge, this close to,
Hanging my life,
Oh oh,
Just to this,
Oh oh,
For a kiss, oh.

And no, it has nothing to do,
Nothing to do with my jealousy.
Your mouth, your waist,
May heaven not divide us,
Into two mortalities,
Half madness and verse,
And this close to,
I said stop.
Hanging my life by a,
Oh oh just to this,
Oh oh for a kiss,
Oh oh,
Just to this,
Oh.
Hanging my life by a,
Oh oh just to this,
Oh oh,
For a kiss, oh.

To think that I was this close,
To almost nothing at all,
Because of this,
The bitch of your bed.
About to and this close to,
Really mess things up,
I was this close to,
Hanging my life,
Oh oh just,
To this,
Oh oh,
For a kiss, oh oh,
Just to this,
Oh.
Hanging my life by a,
Oh oh just to this,
Oh oh,
For a kiss,
Oh.

I was this close to,
Oh oh,
Just to this,
Oh oh for a kiss, oh,
Just to this,
Oh.
Hanging my life by a,
Oh oh just to this.