| You’re my target, you’re my ticket
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| Safe and secure in a hopeless smile
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| Used up one you’re a torch for some
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| But for me it’s an itch, it’s a pain, it’s a trial
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| Wait for your eyes to give it away
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| Still looking for something to say
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| Your eyes still give it away
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| When you take what you fake
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| You’re just a used up girl living in your useless world
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| You’ve got no faith to speak of, only pain
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| You’re just a sad sad trick
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| When you’re overcome i feel so sick
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| Come down, so down, off your HATE
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| Whichever opiate you like comes to mind
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| Whatever demon that you seek you will find
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| Just remember that you take the love you fake
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| And so it goes when you live like one
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| Wait for your eyes to give it away
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| Still looking for something to say
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| Your eyes still give it away
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| When you take what you fake
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| You’re just a used up girl living in your useless world
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| You’ve got no faith to speak of, only pain
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| You’re just a sad sad trick
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| When you’re overcome i feel so sick
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| Come down, so down, off your HATE
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| I know what you’re after
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| I feel your suicide
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| Yes i know what you’re after
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| Wait for your eyes to give it away
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| Still looking for something to say
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| Your eyes still give it away
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| When you take what you fake
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| You’re just a used up girl living in your useless world
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| You’ve got no faith to speak of, only pain
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| You’re just a sad sad trick
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| When you’re overcome i feel so sick
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| Come down, so down, off your HATE… HATE |