| Roses under my skin
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| I feel them cutting like they’re razors buried within
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| Thorn in the flesh as the door closes
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| Won’t let me in
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| Sometimes it feels like
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| I grow roses under my skin
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| My mind’s a bomb with a time detonator
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| And I’m the perpetrator, annihilator
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| Exterminator, the delegator, sooner or later
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| My own sabre bloodier than the Darth Vaders
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| Yeah, I was born in a small town
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| School clown, meltdown, till I moved around
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| And changed my currency to pound
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| Here in London town
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| Never slowed down, ain’t no messing around
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| Been barely sleeping to stay workin' on my sound yeah
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| Repeating goals to myself, in a monologue
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| Put my heart on a show, no one to applaud
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| Keep passing on me, I’m the underdog
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| Hiding with my fangs out right beneath the fog
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| If you don’t watch out, in less than a sec
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| Imma bite your neck
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| Turn it to a wreck
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| The more I fall, the stronger I come back
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| Yeah, I’ve got that effect
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| Might not be what you’d expect
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| Won’t end up in my grave having any regret
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| Roses under my skin
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| I feel them cutting like they’re razors buried within
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| Thorn in the flesh as the door closes
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| Won’t let me in
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| Sometimes it feels like
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| I grow roses under my skin
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| Roses under my skin, under my skin I’ve got roses
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| Under my skin, under my skin I’ve got roses, under my skin
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| Under my skin I’ve got roses, under my skin, under my skin I’ve got
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| What you’re seeking, hear the creaking
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| Devil’s speaking, spirits greeting
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| Dead start weeping
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| Breathing, beating their coffin
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| Guess they’re feasting
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| On the blood of the living
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| So deceiving, unforgiving
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| I just wanna take a deep breath, bleeding all the anger
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| Take my rib cage off, put it on a hanger
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| Smash it all up, hit it with a hammer
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| So I don’t remember set it all on fire
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| Set it all on fire, fire, fire
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| Set it all on fire yeah yeah
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| On fire, on fire, on fire
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| Roses under my skin
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| I feel them cutting like they’re razors buried within
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| Thorn in the flesh as the door closes
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| Won’t let me in
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| Sometimes it feels like
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| I grow roses under my skin
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| Roses under my skin, under my skin I’ve got roses
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| Under my skin, under my skin I’ve got roses, under my skin
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| Under my skin I’ve got roses, under my skin, under my skin I’ve got |