Syrup Page #9

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Just"

a lost soul who's still drinking...

syrup.

[techno music playing,

woman vocalizing]

I'm taking back

the control you had over me

I need to find some closure

so I can breathe

Just tie me down

with every fiber of your shame

You make me doubt,

but I was never the one to blame

I'm taking back the control

you had over me

I need to find some closure

so I can breathe

Just tie me down with

every fiber of your shame

You make me doubt,

but I was never the one to blame

Stupid girl, silly plaything

I was yours for the taking

And in the blackout

you had the power

And savored every hour,

like, "Baby, oooh, baby, oooh"

Yeah, with my taste

in your mouth

The room spun round

and round and round

Down down

There's a sense

that all's not well

And I'm disgusted

with myself

[vocalizing]

I'm taking back the control

you had over me

I need to find some closure

so I can breathe

Just tie me down with

every fiber of your shame

You make me doubt,

but I was never the one to blame

I'm taking back the control

you had over me

I need to find some closure

so I can breathe

Just tie me down with

every fiber of your shame

You make me doubt,

but I was never the one to blame

People doubt,

they will judge you

Without bounds

and with no clue

Keep it hidden,

keep it closed

Tell no secrets,

no one knows

Guess you're right

and there's no blame

With no fight, it's fair game

I was young and naive,

choose to blame me...

I'm taking back the control

you had over me

I need to find some closure

so I can breathe

Just tie me down with

every fiber of your shame

You make me doubt,

but I was never the one to blame

I'm taking back the control

you had over me

I need to find some closure

so I can breathe

Just tie me down with

every fiber of your shame

You make me doubt,

but I was never the one to blame

Stupid girl, silly plaything,

I was yours for the taking

In the blackout you had power

and you savored every hour

With my taste in your mouth,

the room spun round and round

There's a sense all ain't well,

I'm disgusted with myself.

[instrumental music playing]

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