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I am a pain
In your ass
And I'm wonderin'
how long it's gonna last

Be my mirror
Be my friend
Be the workhouse of the energy
I twist your arm to spend

Every day
Like a powerstation
You know it isn't good
You know you're burning too much wood

But when you burn out
The twisted irony is
Your ashes come home to me

Come home to me

So we take a walk
To make some sense
And I'm wondering
if you fancy my defense

But I have pushed you
Way too far
And you said
"fuck you, little Princess
Who the hell do you think you are?"

Every day
Like a powerstation
Oh well, you know it isn't good
You know you're burning too much wood
But I said if you burn out
The twisted irony is
Your ashes come home to me
Come home to me

Come home to me
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Ah well, your ashes come home to me

Come home to me

Come home to me

No other sucker gonna have them
on the fucking mantelpiece

The mantelpiece ...
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