We're Talking About Practice

Turn off the lights, and turn me on
 She is a dead ringer, for all of these dead singers
 Advocate the devil in me
 Run it dry, until I'm ready to go
 It's a frenzy, it's a feeding.
 Rags to riches
 Entertaining
 I'm still searching in my sheets for you
 I'm gonna get you too.
 I'm still looking.
 As I sing out for you.
 You're surrounded.
 Hiding in those pretty people
 I got hungry, so I ate the hand after I ate everything it had been feeding me
 I'm so over the top, of her dead body
 I'm so perfect, I know I wanna make you practice
 You all look the same, catch me spitting on your image
 It's a frenzy, it's a feeding
 Rags to riches. Entertaining
 I'm still searching in my sheets for you
 I'm gonna get you too
 I'm still looking
 As I sing out for you
 You're surrounded
 Hiding in those pretty people
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 I can take you. I can make you perfect.
 Just the way I want you to be.
 On the screen for all the world to see
 I'm never gonna let you go
 I'm never gonna let you go
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 I'm still searching in my sheets for you
 I'm gonna get you too
 I'm still looking
 As I sing out for you
 You're surrounded
 Hiding in those pretty people