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What do you want of me? |
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What do you long from me? |
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A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn, a count, white and drawn |
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What do you make of me? |
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What can you take from me? |
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Pallid landscapes off my frown, let me rip you up and down |
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For you I came to forsake, lay wide despise and hate |
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I sing you my demented songs, for you and your stimulations |
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Take what you can of me, rip what you can off me |
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And this I'll say to you and hope that it gets through |
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You worthless bitch, you fickle shit |
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You will spit on me, you will make me spit |
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And when the |
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Judas howl arise and like the |
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Jesus Jews you epitomize |
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I'll still be here as strong as you and |
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I'll walk away in spite of you |
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And I'll walk away |
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Walk awayWalk away |
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Walk away... |
