| Here comes that voice again, falling like acid rain
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| You gave me dreams, I cannot have
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| You call me mental sick, I call you hypocrite
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| Underneath we’re all the same
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| So where do we go from here?
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| It’s down in the gutter I fear
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| Your blood will trickle down the drain
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| And if you try to break my legs
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| Well I won’t crawl, and I won’t beg
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| And if you try t o break my arms
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| And I won’t kill, I won’t harm
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| And if you try to cut my veins
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| I won’t bleed, I won’t scream
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| And if you try to take my day
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| I won’t beg, I won’t pray
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| So how does it feel…
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| Well how does it feel…
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| You gave me innocence
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| I gave you ignorance
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| I gave you death without the pain
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| It’s just a crying shame
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| I won’t remember your name
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| They’ll rearrange me till I’m sane
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| And if you try to break my legs
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| I won’t crawl, and I won’t beg
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| And if you try to break my arms
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| I won’t kill, I won’t harm
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| And if you try to cut my veins
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| I won’t bleed, and I won’t scream
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| And if you try to take my day
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| I won’t beg, I won’t pray
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| So how does it feel…
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| Well how does it feel…
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| And if you try to break my legs
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| I won’t crawl, and I won’t beg
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| And if you try to break my arms
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| I won’t kill, I won’t harm
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| And if you try to cut my veins
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| I won’t bleed, and I won’t scream
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| And if you try to take my day
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| I won’t beg, I won’t pray
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| So how does it feel…
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| Well how does it feel…
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| Well how does it feel…
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| Well how does it feel… |