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I have never felt such frustration |
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Or lack of self control |
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I want you to kill me |
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And dig me under, I wanna live no more |
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One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be |
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I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me |
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For me |
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I want to taste dirty, a stinging pistol |
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In my mouth, on my tongue |
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I want you to scrape me from the walls |
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And go crazy like you've made me |
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One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be |
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I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me |
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One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be |
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I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me |
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For me |
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You, you are so special |
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You have the talent to |
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Make me feel like dirt |
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And you, you use your |
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Talent to dig me under |
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And cover me with dirt |
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One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be |
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I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me |
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One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be |
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I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me |
