| This is not love
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| This is not even worth a point of view
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| In Echo Park, I
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| Pause for effect and whisper "who are you?"
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| They crawl out of their holes for me
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| And I die: you die
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| Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me
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| And I die: you die
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| See my scars, they call me such things
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| Tear me, tear me, tear me
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| Now I have your names
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| Screaming "you will suffer" and "you're all too late"
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| Now I feel young
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| Does everything stop when the old TAPE fails?
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| They crawl out of their holes for me
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| And I die: you die
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| Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me
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| And I die: you die
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| See my scars, they call me such things
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| Tear me, tear me, tear me
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| But I'm still frightened by the telephone |