| Tell me again about how it hurts
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| Being awfully loud for an introvert
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| Get out of my room, smile wiped clean
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| Isn’t it weird to be so mean?
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| I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns
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| I guess I’m human no more
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| I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain
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| Oh, how easily passion twists
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| You think I’m a crazy bitch
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| I craft my words to fit your head
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| 'Cause no one listens to the dead
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| So maybe I will talk to you
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| The only way I know how to
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| Mhm, I’ve said my speech
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| Mhm, through sharpened teeth
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| You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin
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| Please let the devil in
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| A meter apart, we blankly stare
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| We shout in our heads, «Are you still in there?»
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| Well, this ends bad then, we knew it would
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| So we won’t eat our words, 'cause they don’t taste good
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| I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns
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| I guess I’m human no more
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| I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain
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| Oh, how easily passion twists
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| You think I’m a crazy bitch
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| A thousand words are left unsaid
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| 'Cause no one listens to the dead
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| So maybe I will talk to you
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| The only way I know how to
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| Mhm, I’ve said my speech
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| Mhm, through sharpened teeth
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| You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin
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| Oh, I think it might be worth a try
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| Oh, am I ready to let this die?
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| Mhm, a monster’s here
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| Mhm, you plug your ears
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| But hey, you might just listen to it sing
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| Please let the devil in
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| You’ve said your speech
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| We won’t eat our words
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| Through sharpened teeth
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| You’ve said your speech
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| They don’t taste so good
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| Through sharpened teeth
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| You’ve said your speech
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| We won’t eat our words
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| Through sharpened teeth
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| You’ve said your speech
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| They don’t taste so good
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| Through sharpened teeth
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| Look, we know that I’ve seen this before
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| High and mighty, at the top of your list
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| Adoring every move, now my rank is sinking
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| But we’re both guilty of black or white thinking
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| And through my red eyes, you look pale
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| All of your scars are looking more like scales
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| Two ugly creatures, two sinister preachers
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| Blind to the past, like a couple of monsters
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| Just a couple of monsters
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| So maybe I will talk to you
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| The only way I know how to
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| Mhm, you’ve said your speech
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| Mhm, through sharpened teeth
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| You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin
|
| Oh, I think it might be worth a try
|
| Oh, am I ready to let this die?
|
| Mhm, a monster’s here
|
| Mhm, you plug your ears
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| But hey, you might just listen to it sing
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| Please let the devil in
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| We won’t eat our words
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| They don’t taste so good
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| We won’t eat our words
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| They don’t taste so good |