| Hanging by the neck,
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| suspended by the throat.
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| The world I picture’s better,
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| but I’m choking on the rope.
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| There’s nothing you can say,
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| to save me from despair.
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| So don’t come in 'til morning
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| and let me kick this chair.
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| Fuck!
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| Nobody knows me,
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| they’ll just know that I’m dead.
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| They’ll know the sick thoughts that plagued my head.
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| I’ll write it in a letter,
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| but no one else will see,
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| but my mother and my father while they’re begging on their knees.
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| Please god, not my daughter!
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| She was just fifteen,
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| not your child to slaughter.
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| Mother of god, open your eyes!
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| Don’t leave me darling,
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| come back to the light!
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| Love me, somebody!
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| Love me, somebody!
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| Please, fuck!
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| Nobody knows me,
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| they’ll just know that I’m dead.
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| They’ll know the sick thoughts that fucked with my head.
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| Love me, somebody!
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| Love me, somebody!
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| Please, fuck!
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| Hanging by the neck,
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| suspended by the throat.
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| The world I picture’s better, but I’m choking on the rope.
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| There’s nothing you can say
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| to save me from despair.
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| So don’t come in 'til morning and let me kick this chair.
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| Please god, not my daughter!
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| She was just fifteen,
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| not your child to slaughter.
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| Mother of god, open your eyes!
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| Don’t leave me darling,
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| come back to the light! |