| If you were an angel, I would cut off your wings
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| To keep you with me, I would do anything
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| Like broken bottles, that slip from drunken hands
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| I’ve watched my star falling and shatter on the ground
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| First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands
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| Oh yeah, I think I understand
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| Untouchable if I’m not fit
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| To even crawl if I’m too sick
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| I’ll soak my skin in alcohol
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| Until I feel untouchable
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| Untouchable if I’m not fit
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| To even crawl if I’m too sick
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| I’ll soak my skin in alcohol
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| Until I feel untouchable
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| I blew my chances, as you blowdried your hair
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| I thought of my answers, as you walked down the stairs
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| D’you think I’d defile you, if you were to close?
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| D’you think I’d infect you?
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| D’you think I’d give you a dose?
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| First you wash your hair, then you wash your hands
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| Oh yeah, I think I understand
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| Untouchable if I’m not fit
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| To even crawl if I’m too sick
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| I’ll soak my skin in alcohol
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| Until I feel untouchable
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| I’ll drink until my skin is full
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| And I will feel untouchable
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| Untouchable if I’m not fit
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| To even crawl if I’m too sick
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| I’ll soak my skin in alcohol
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| Until I feel untouchable
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| Untouchable if I’m not fit
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| To even crawl if I’m too sick
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| I’ll soak my skin in alcohol
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| And I feel untouchable
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| Untouchable
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| Untouchable
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| Untouchable
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| Untouchable |