| Secret Curse
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| Anonymous hex on flavorless food and terrible sex
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| A day of no rhythm a night of no rest
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| And I do not know what sin I have not confessed
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| Secret Curse
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| Terrible blight I’m deafened by sound and blinded by light
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| Caught when I flee and beat when I fight and I’m cocky when wrong
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| And timid when right and I don’t know what crimes have yet to come to light
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| But it’s getting worse
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| Indelible mark, tired at noon, wired at dark
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| A terrible bite, but never a bark, I don’t know what else I can do
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| I don’t know who you are… please, I’m sorry
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| Secret Curse
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| Unwashable stain, ugly when bold, boring when plain
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| Stricken with pleasure and taken with pain
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| And I’m nervous and lost and I can not refrain
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| Secret Curse
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| Unsingable song, melody weird, getting it wrong
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| Pussy when tender and brutal when strong
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| And I’m losing my friends as we’re getting along
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| And I really do try to run that fast and long but it gets there first
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| Invisible eye, sad if I laugh, mad if I cry
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| Screwed if I live, screwed if I die
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| I try and I try and I don’t know what else I can do |