| Once again it’s a familiar place i’m in
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| Better yet to be wasted for the interim
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| Full well I know the feebleness of a broken down
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| Body getting stripped away…
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| Better yet to be something of an animal
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| Maybe low like a dog or something uglier
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| When I’m face to face with the reality of masculinity
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| That’s getting stripped away
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| I’m running from the hell you carved in me
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| Holding back to hear you scream
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| One last time so I can sleep…
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| …Deeper than the sharp pain goes, much bigger the pathos
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| The harder to let go of all you damaged egos, it’s true
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| Duty bound to heed the call of always something negative
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| Never the love you give, it’s true
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| Think of me every time you cry
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| And when you’re alone and you want to die
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| So that way, I will be always on your mind
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| Never knew, never thought I could be had
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| By a sister with a sinister view and nothing deep inside
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| Thought I could be the super sensitive guy
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| Who could ride out the extra mile
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| What I caught was the familiar scent of a damaged little pretty
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| And I whispered that it couldn’t be true
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| But in the end I knew with you
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| My heart would get stripped away…
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| I’m running from the hell you carved in me
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| Holding back to hear you screaming all for me |