| Oh my god, what have I done?
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| Left my hands above the flames
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| Heal my skin, with a bite of ointment
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| Tastes like hell but I’m in pain
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| Don’t speak softly, I’m deaf
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| As a post and I like it, the silence
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| I’ll just smile and nod my head
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| How it burns! |
| I can’t focus on you
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| See my skin is turning red
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| Don’t speak softly, I’m deaf
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| Don’t speak softly, I’m deaf
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| I’m inside my head, rolling ‘round my skull
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| Like a flesh-coloured marble, round we go
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| Hold my tongue with a finger, no thumb
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| Pressing down into my neck
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| How it hurts! |
| I can’t exhale, next bale
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| Tell me I’m a nervous wreck
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| Don’t speak softly, I’m deaf
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| Don’t speak softly, I’m deaf
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| I’m inside my head, rolling ‘round my skull
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| Like a flesh-coloured marble, round we go
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| Inside my head, rolling ‘round my skull
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| Like a flesh-coloured marble, round we go |