| «A poet in pain, I could make a million out of you
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| An umbrella in the rain ain’t gonna make the coins fall through
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| People want you to hurt, to see you tossing and turning in the sheets soaking
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| wet»
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| So you want me to bleed for you when my wounds finally started to heal
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| So you want me to cry for you when I smile, when my tears just dried
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| So you want me to die for you when my will to live never has been stronger
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| So you want me to sign for you as long as I can assure you to bleed
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| «A transvestite in trouble, gee, we can make a double CD
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| People wanna see blood, to see you messed up like a Kurt Cobain»
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| Are you insane? |
| You underestimate my mates. |
| «No, Pablo Diablo let’s celebrate
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| your pain»
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| So you want me to bleed for you when my wounds finally started to heal
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| So you want me to cry for you when I smile, when my tears just dried
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| So you want me to die for you when my will to live never has been stronger
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| So you want me to sign for you as long as I can assure you to bleed
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| You’re the sharp teethed tiger and I’m the little tiny squeaking mouse in your
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| mouth
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| And I’m a genius in jeans that is still in shock 'cause you gave me nothing but
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| a writers block
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| Always the same, oh my, this is the place were good taste goes to die
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| So you want me to bleed for you when my wounds finally started to heal
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| So you want me to cry for you when I smile, when my tears just dried
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| So you want me to die for you when my will to live never has been stronger
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| So you want me to sign for you as long as I can assure you to bleed |