| I take your word like it was gospel, I’m so eager to please
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| Yeah I like it when you talk to me
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| It feels so good inside your shadow, it’s the place I need to be
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| Yeah you know I need to climb you like a tree
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| There is this place inside where all the good things die
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| Sometimes I feel like a whore
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| I hate the way I am around you, I’m so nervous and weird
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m breathing underwater
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| You treat me like I am on fire, like I’m something to eat
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| You make me hate what I see when I see me
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| Yeah I dream of the day when I learn how to make you pay
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| Someday I’ll teach you to beg, someday, someday
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| Yes I live for the day when I can hear you say
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| You make me feel like a whore
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| Yes I dream of the time when I can make you mine
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| Maybe then I’ll feel half alive, more alive, so alive
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| There is this place inside where all the good things die
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| You make me feel like a whore |