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I open up |
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stand here alone |
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totally naked |
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fully revealed |
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I show you all |
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there is to see |
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I can not hide |
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anything now |
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these are my knees |
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these are my hands |
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I may be skin I may be bones |
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never the less |
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I am the same |
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as I was then |
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I'm just a man |
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but don't give me your sympathy |
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you know it doesn't mean that much to me |
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but don't give me your sympathy |
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I don't need it anymore |
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living is art |
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like everything else |
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I've got my skills |
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I do it well |
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so it feels real |
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or feels like hell |
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but if it kills I can not tell |
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but don't give me your sympathy |
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you know it doesn't mean that much to me |
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but don't give me your sympathy |
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I don't need it anymore |
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I open up |
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stand here alone |
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fully revealed I show you all |
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there is to see |
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I can not hide |
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anything now |
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but don't give me your sympathy |
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you know it doesn't mean that much to me |
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but don't give me your sympathy |
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I don't need it anymore (2) |