| I sat down for hours
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| Onto a lonely chair
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| My face in my hands
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| Felt like my head was coming open
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| Thinking of new forms of torture
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| Listening to «Reign in Blood»
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| But turning it up doesn’t do much
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| To a boy who’s crush, crush, crushed
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| And I think that going off to school is good for you
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| But I know I can expect the worst when you do
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| ‘Cause I’m stuck on something mighty cutting
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| Do you want to torture me
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| The agony, the suffering
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| Is this how it’s supposed to be?
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| Hello?
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| Feels like I’m in some kind of prison
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| Under a lock and key
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| Are you dimming the light?
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| Is my head in a vice you keep turning?
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| I’m dying for an answer
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| Your captive is in the dark
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| Are you deaf when I call?
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| Blind when I bawl?
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| Were you ever really here at all?
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| Hope you’ll help in planning my escape any day now
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| Know you have the choice to change my mind anytime
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| Here am I so tight on this device
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| Is this how it’s supposed to be?
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| Pulling apart this sticky heart
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| Why do you want to torture me?
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| I’m still stuck on something mighty cutting
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| Here alone beyond belief
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| The agony, the suffering
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| Is this how it’s supposed to be?
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| No
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| Don’t torture me
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| No
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| Don’t torture me |