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If you start to make me feel drained |
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Want to wash me like I was stained |
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Would you first look at yourself |
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And ask that question? |
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There was something that came to my head |
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Something like I thought you were dead |
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Could it be I'd go to hell for thinking that? |
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Naked emotions spill through your eyes |
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Swallow your tongue, you're ready to cry |
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She becomes a machine at the moment of failure |
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And I'm on the edge |
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Little boy |
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You hide instead |
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Little boy |
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You ask me if I am real |
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And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal |
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Let me address the hate in your skin |
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Suddenly now you're dropping that grin |
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Let me tell you you're fighting me for no good reason |
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It seems like I've dissed you before |
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Easy enough for such a manwhore |
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You better run with your dick between your legs |
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And I'm on the edge |
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Little boy |
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You hide instead |
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Little boy |
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You ask me if I am real |
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And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal |
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And I feel no pain |
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Then you ask me if I am strange |
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Do you want to walk this way? |
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Did you ask me if I could play? |
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You punch me again and again |
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Like some sucker in a movie |
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I don't think you know what you're doing to me, man |
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You know what? |
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One of these days I'm gonna get up |
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And punch you in the fucking face |
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There was something that came to my head |
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Something like I thought you were dead |
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Could it be I'd go to hell for thinking that? |
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And I'm on the edge |
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Little boy |
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You hide instead |
|
Little boy |
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You ask me if I am real |
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And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal |
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And I'm on the edge |
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Little boy |
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You hide instead |
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Little boy |
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You ask me if I am real |
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And I'm left explaining your fucked up deal |
