Open the centerfold and behold
The creases you've come to know make up your soul
Inspect the spectacle, the divine show
No-one understands but pretends to know
Inside your little palm, singing psalms
Peering through the space that's between your arms
My story lacks in the facts
I don't know what I'm on
So come on, coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coup de, coup de
Coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coup de, coup de
Running the circles through, right back to you
Finding at the finish line, nothing new
The let-down that sticks like glue
Slipping through my fingers gripping onto what is left of you
Waiting for lessons learned, taking turns
The loudest of them all, left to be unheard
My story lacks in the facts
That it's so absurd
So come on, coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coup de, coup de
Coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
(You know I want it)
(You know I need it)
(You know I need it all the time)
(You know I want it)
(You know I need it)
(You know I need it all the time)
(You know I want it)
(You know I need it)
(You know I need it all the time)
You know I want it
You know I need it
You know I need it all the time
Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time
Coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coup de, coup de
Coupe de grace
Coupe de grace
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
Coup de, coup de
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