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I wanna rob you of your game face |
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so I can cower beneath your words. |
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Cause I'm a freak from the same place |
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let suicide make a meal for birds |
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Into your heart, I've got the dagger; |
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the metaphor will suffice for now. |
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Get in my bed, i wanna kill you; |
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Show you mine if you show me how. |
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I get angry, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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I get nasty, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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She slit |
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her wrists |
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for attention |
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in 1996. |
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She slit |
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her wrists |
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listening to live through this. |
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So here I am, will you deny me? |
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Metal now, but I've always been. |
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Lets make a toast. |
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Lets do the oil spill |
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Let the seagulls pick out the sins. |
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I want it now, |
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I want the danger. |
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Give me strength and I'll give you wings. |
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I get angry, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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I get nasty, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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L-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w |
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I get angry, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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I get nasty, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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I get angry, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
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I get nasty, |
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When you're around, when you're around. |
