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If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings. |
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To keep you with me, I would do anything. |
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Like broken bottles, that slip from druken hands, |
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I've watched my star falling, and shatter on the ground. |
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First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands. |
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Oh yeah, I think I understand. |
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Untouchable, if I'm not fit, |
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To even crawl, if I'm too sick, |
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I'll soak my skin in alcohol, until I feel untouchable. |
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I blew my chances, as you blowdried your hair. |
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I thought of my answers, as you walked down the stairs. |
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D'you think I'd defile you, if you were to close? |
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D'you think I'd infect you? |
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D'you think I'd give you a dose? |
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First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands. |
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Oh yeah, I think I understand. |
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I'll drink until my skin is full, and I will feel untouchable. |
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Untouchable... Untouchable. |
