| Tell me something I don’t know
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| Sure, my heart ain’t made of gold
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| I’m powered by this beating lump
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| Of coal hiding behind my bones
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| And skin is all I seem to be
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| To you, but I’m a different breed
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| A sight for sore eyes maybe
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| But before me you’re just blind with greed
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| All you want from me
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| Is what you want for yourself
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| Cherry pick through me
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| A patchwork poem misspelled
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| Crawl inside my soul
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| And make it your home
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| All you want is
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| Skin and no bones
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| Throwing rocks like I’m a lake
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| I’m here for you to violate
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| I have no soul, I’m just a face
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| For you to judge at your disgrace
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| You hide behind a broken screen
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| While commenting your misery
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| You spill your shame all over me
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| Behind those cries we feel the same
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| All you want from me
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| Is what you want for yourself
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| Cherry pick through me
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| A patchwork poem misspelled
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| Crawl inside my soul
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| And make it your home
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| All you want is
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| Skin and no bones
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| All you want is
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| Skin and no bones
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| I’ll be made by your design
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| Earn your trust and make it mine
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| Douse your world in turpentine
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| Light a match for one last time |