| I can’t sing with an angry song.
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| makes me sick; |
| i can’t think straight.
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| i fall apart when i think of the world,
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| think of the world i’m in.
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| once in a paper doll world,
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| i felt the pain of a summer.
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| porcelain skin that the sun would soon hurt,
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| such were the pains of my wanders.
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| poor little girl with a sunburn.
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| poor little girl with a sunburn.
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| once was a shadow shrewn here.
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| branches were cracking like fingers.
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| my little light got caught in our fears.
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| those were the fears in my dream, dear.
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| as for my trembling, white fingers.
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| as for these trembling, white fingers.
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| i can’t sing with an angry song.
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| makes me sick; |
| i can’t think straight.
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| i fall apart when i think of the world,
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| think of the world i’m in.
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| kill her right now.
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| you’ll regret it if you wait.
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| it’s over when it’s lost.
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| sell me the secrets of love
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| in a pint of blood.
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| i can’t see with an angry soul.
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| i can’t sing when you’re angry.
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| i can’t see when you’re angry.
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| i can’t see when you’re angry.
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| i can’t…
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| He killed now.
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| It could still remate so wonderful.
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| We could be Rapsey in talking form from now on.
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| Don’t hold on,
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| Just give me something to swallow.
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| It’s best to dance while it burns,
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| if it must hurt,
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| if it must burn.
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| I could be anything wonderful
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| (Thanks to torri for these lyrics) |