| I went and turned it off; |
| I’m not finished
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| I tried to stitch it shut; |
| I wasn’t finished
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| Please, please, please, beat me to pieces
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| I’ll never cry again, bludgeon me senseless
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| For the friend in my head, let’s endlessly talk
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| For the love of god, make him stop
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| Fill me with pain, I’ve had enough
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| Spill me, wipe me up and wring me out again
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| Spill me, wipe me up and wring me out again
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| (Now the blood moon is pulling it’s eyes out)
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| (And my friend in the dark dances on)
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| I’m not even there
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| No, I’m not even there
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| Get up, get up
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| Everybody wants a piece of me
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| Cut me up taste my misery
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| How come nobody wants a piece of me?
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| Stitch me up to fix my agony
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| Spill me, wipe me up and wring me out again
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| Cut me open; |
| I’m not even there
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| Spill my insides; |
| I’m not even there
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| Stitch me up and fix my everything, again
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| No, I’m not even there
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| Everybody wants a piece of me
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| Stitch me up and fix my misery
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| How come nobody wants of piece of me?
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| This schizophrenia’s got me, pulling my eyes out
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| This blood moon, it’s got me, pulling my eyes out
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| Please, please, please beat me to pieces
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| But now I’m pulling my eyes out
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| I’m not finished |