| I never knew that we were those people
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| The kind that people think of as the bad seeds
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| The kind that make you feel like you’re so lucky
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| The kind that guilt you out of your fun
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| Oh, please forget me for my sins
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| My charming hungriness has got me once again
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| My father sent me out, he told me what to do
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| But instead of listening I stuck prickle needles in his shoes
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| He tried to run, he tried to follow
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| But just at the sight of the blood he couldn’t run much farther
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| And I felt bad just for a second
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| But mainly I was laughing because I just ran away
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| I just ran away from everything good in my life that was happening
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| She never knew, and I didn’t try to stop it
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| She never knew, called me crazy again for the seventh time
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| She never knew, yeah, this is that deep dark tale
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| She never knew, well it goes where it goes and it never leaves a trail
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| He brought me an ice pack for my bruises
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| But the ice pack proved to be quite useless
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| Because I didn’t have bumps; |
| I had cuts
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| And he shouldn’t try to numb it; |
| I need a bandage
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| Oh, please forget me for my sins
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| My charming hungriness has got me once again
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| My father sent me out, he told me what to do
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| But instead of listening, I filled up his cup to the top with glue
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| He tried to drink, he tried to swallow
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| But due to the lack of the air his face was turning dark blue
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| And I felt bad just for a second
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| But mainly I was laughing because I just brought the day
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| I just brought the day of everything weird in my life that was mattering
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| She never knew, well it’s true I could have saved him
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| She never knew, I just sat there cold-faced for the longest time
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| She never knew, yeah, this is that kind of tale
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| She never knew, what I did was my job so it’s not considered betrayal
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| He took my calls
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| He called me «vicious»
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| Told me that my arms and opinions
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| Were ash and fruitless
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| Well, if I’m wrong
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| Go tell your God:
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| That I’m an illness
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| A raving sickness
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| The way we blame
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| It’s not the same
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| The way I came
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| Always a game |