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my assassin lives beneath my bed
he tells me things that haven't happened yet
his breath is warm, his hands are clean
his skin is made of sugar sweet enough to eat

my assassin walks along beside me
he holds a little knife just to remind me
that everything's precarious
and love is never near enough to save you

my assassin, my assassin
he's my best friend in the whole wide world

my assassin covers me with water
he says that fire's faster but it's hotter
so six of this and six of that
and in the end you're right back where you started

my assassin, my assassin
holds my hand and keeps me laughing
my assassin, my assassin
he's my best friend in the whole wide world