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Blood stains on the carpet
Blood stains on my hands
Drag her toward the kitchen
Hide the evidence
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
But lies can be the perfect things
If they never show
The crisis posed a question
Just beneath the skin
The virtue in my veins reply
That quitters never win
She almost ruined everything
Blood stains on my hands
Drag her toward the kitchen
Hide the evidence
Oh the toil a lie can bring
That quitters never know
But lies can be the perfect things
If they never show
The crisis posed a question
Just beneath the skin
The virtue in my veins reply
That quitters never win
She almost ruined everything
Lyrics submitted by ScreamingInfidelity
Never Leave a Job Half Done Lyrics as written by David Shannon Bazan
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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ya, a creepy song, but it goes with the story