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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 |
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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 |
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Let me rip you up and down |
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For you I came to forsake |
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Lay wide despise and hate |
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I sing of you in my demented songs |
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For you and your stimulations |
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Take what you can of me |
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Rip what you can off me |
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And this I'll say to you |
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And hope that it gets through |
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You worthless bitch |
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You fickle shit |
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You will spit on me |
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You will make me spit |
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And when the Judas howl arise |
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And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize |
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I'll still be here as strong as you |
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And I'll walk away in spite of you |
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And I'll walk away |
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Away |
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Walk away |
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(repeat) |
