| You made your bed, now lie in it. |
| You masochist of mayhem
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| This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever
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| I would swear that there must be
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| A thousand personalities inside you head
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| Now I would swear that there must be
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| A thousand possibilities to mend you heart
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| Now take these words & tie them up
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| & give them back, give them back
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| For I …
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| I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you
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| You call collect & I reject your foul abuse & your language
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| Where’s your sense of etiquette?
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| Can’t you assess the damage?
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| I would swear that there must be
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| A thousand personalities inside your head
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| I would swear that there must be
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| A thousand possibilities to mend our hearts
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| Now take these tears & cry them in
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| Your pillow dear & I’ll be near
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| For I …
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| I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you |