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When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You're so fucking special But I 'm a creep, I 'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around You're so fucking special I wish I was special She's running out again She's running out .... Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fucking special I wish I was special... But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't belong here. |
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I resent you calling
I resent your voice I resent that I Don't have a choice Anywhere I go You are always there Outside the car Or in my hair I think I've been here before Yes I've been here before The last time you locked All the doors And I resent you calling I resent your voice I resent that I Don't have a choice And yes I am Yes I am I think I've told you once I think I needed advice You were such a help That's very nice I think I've been here before Yes I've been here before But this time I kick Down your door Yes I am Yes I am |
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In my mind
And nailed into my heels All the time killin' what I feel And everything I touch turns into stone Everything I touch turns into stone i'm staied Just in case I blow out I am glued Just in case I crack out And everything I touch turns into stone everything I touch turns into stone |
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What do you want from me?
Now you got me Now my fingers bleed Now they're staring at me I'm a coward now I hold my peace Now you tie me up to your feather bed And I twist and turn in a Chinese burn You won't let go You won't let go You're inside my head Inside my head What do you want from me? Now you got me Now my energy you suck from me And I'm holding on for dear life Quit smothering me Quit laughing at me I got a disease An English disease It won't let go It won't let go You're inside my head Inside my head What did you put in that syringe? Whatever you really said to him? Is sitting there, inside of me And you bother me, you possess me You're there again ahead of me And I won't let go I won't let go You're inside my head Inside my head Inside my head Inside my head |
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