Precious Things Songtext
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So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after Lorraine

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold on me

You′re such a really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him


Can you believe that?
Sick, sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of the beautiful girls
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn't make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold on me

I, I remember
Yes, in my peach
Party dress
No one there
No one cares
You tell me

Where the pretty girls are
Those damn icons
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Stuck inside the heart of every nice girl


These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold on me