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Last night a moth came to my bedand filled my tired weary headwith horrid tales of you. |
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I can't believe it's true. |
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But then the lamp shade smiled at me. |
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It said, "Believe" it said, "Believe." |
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I want you to know it's nothing personal. |
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First time |
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I had sex, |
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I was three. |
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First time consenting was thirteen. |
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Though you weren't there, you remindme of those hands. |
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Roses are red, violets are blue |
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If I'm schizophrenic, then |
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I am too!Whatever it takes to escape. |
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I hope you understandwhy |
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I'm forced to take your life in my hands. |
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I want you to know it's nothing personal. |
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And though we've never met |
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I've seen your image in a million waking dreams. |
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Your eyes they call to me, "Set me free." |
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Did I ever tell you, you look like my mother? |
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She once left me in a supermarket. |
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I promised myself that |
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I'd never feel that way again. |
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Did I ever tell you that you look like my dear old mother? |
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I hope you understandwhy |
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I'm forced to take my life in your name. |
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I want you to know, it's nothing all the same. |
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And though we've never met |
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I've seen you image in a million waking dreams. |
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Your eyes call to me, "Set me free." |
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It's not easy being the chosen. |
