| Oh Belladonna never knew the pain
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| Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive me insane
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| The open letter just carelessly placed
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| And you move in silence,
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| The tea so delicately laced
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| Out of reach, out of touch
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| How you've learned to hate so much
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| Out of reach, out of touch
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| How you've learned to hate so much
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| Came from passion, and you gave it a name
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| The fingers are poisoned like needles in the drivin' rain
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| So smile discreetly
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| As you watch with such grace
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| Now I must slip away,
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| But can you forget my face
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| Out of reach, out of touch
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| How you've learned to hate so much
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| Out of reach, out of touch
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| How you've learned to hate so much
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| Out of reach, out of touch
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| How you've learned to hate so much
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| Out of reach, out of touch
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| How you've learned to hate so much |