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Here I stand, the self-made victim |
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I know that you didn't do anything |
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I'm trying to make something from nothing |
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You're wasting your breath on these ears |
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My dear |
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You're wasting your breath on these ears |
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You will kill me someday |
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If you have to cash me in |
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I will have to be okay |
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You'll fry the contents of my head |
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Pretend and bend the words I said |
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And kill me someday, stone dead |
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I can't help but wish that I was virgo-intacto |
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I woudln't care |
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'Cause I just wouldn't know |
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So don't say in this that you're all alone |
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You founded the worst of these fears |
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My dear |
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You founded the worst of these fears |
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You will kill me someday |
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If you have to cash me in |
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I will have to be okay |
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You'll fry the contents of my head |
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Pretend and bend the words I said |
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And kill me someday, stone dead |
