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You don't understand me, |
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and you probably never will |
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I got a tendency to self destruct, |
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and a soft spot for the filth |
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A hair trigger temperament, |
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a switchblade for a tongue |
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I'm a walking one-man genocide |
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with a black belt in corrupt |
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Everything I touch turns to ashes |
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Falls away, it falls away |
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Everything I touch turns to ashes |
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It slips right through my hands |
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Love me, hate me |
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Isolate me everyday that I'm alive |
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Straight up mentally unstable |
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You don't have to like my life |
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I'm a jinx, a curse, some say, "the worst" |
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I'm a savage, rabid beast |
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I've been called so many ****ing things, |
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it doesn't affect me in the least |
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I've stolen, lied, been crucified but I don't regret a thing |
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I'm an egocentric masochist with a sadist's point of bleak |
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Everything I touch turns to ashes |
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Falls away, it falls away |
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Everything I touch turns to ashes |
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It slips right through my hands |
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Love me, hate me |
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Isolate me everyday that I'm alive |
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Straight up mentally unstable |
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You don't have to like my life |
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Everything I touch turns to ashes |
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Falls away, it falls away |
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Everything I touch turns to ashes |
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It slips right through my hands |
