Interpol, Evil
[...] Leave some shards under the belly,
Lay some grease inside my hand.
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan.
You've come to love me lightly.
Yeah, you've come to hold my tight.
Is this motion everlasting
Or do shutters pass in the night?
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