| You’ve got a bug in your body
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| And an itch in your head
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| Shooting looks down every street
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| Hoping there’s someone to meet, do you care?
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| You better start making changes
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| Before they put you away
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| Shooting looks down every street
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| Feral kid with no beliefs (on the recorded version; live and in the lyrics
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| booklet it is «Hoping there’s someone to meet»)
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| Stealing hearts just like a thief
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| Killing boys with your body
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| Can’t you see in their faces
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| That you make them so frikkin crazy?
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in Though I’ve forgot what your name is You’re on the tip of my tongue
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| And I just refuse to see
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| You as an atrocity
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| You better start making changes
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| Before they put you away
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| Are you dressing like before?
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| Is there another boy to score?
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| Will you take him on the floor?
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| Will you drown in your sorrow?
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| Can’t you see in their faces
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| That you make them so frikkin crazy?
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in Can’t you see in their faces
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| That you make them so frikkin crazy?
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in
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| I can’t look at your skin
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| 'Cos it’s doing me in |