| 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 and dig me under
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| 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 make me feel like dirt
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| And you, you use your 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 |