When you look you see right through me,
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees,
Born and broken every single time,
Always keep me under finger,
That's the spot where you run to me,
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind,
Yeah, here comes the water,
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
Velvet Revolver, "Slither"
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