| (Who's a creep?
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| Who are they talking about?)
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| Dress up, make up
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| No one could love you like me
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| Shoes on, hair done
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| Think anyone would notice me
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| Don’t look into their eyes
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| Just blend right in
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| Till someone sets you free, oh
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| But doctor, doctor, what’s wrong with me?
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| I cut myself, I don’t even bleed
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| (All alone, weren’t you?
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| The way you always are
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| What makes you the outsider?
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| The outsider, the outsider, the outsider
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| Is there something the matter with you?)
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| Ice, ice, ice in my lung
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| Nowhere to go and nowhere to run
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| Eyes in their sockets and still they don’t see
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| But could anyone love a monster like me?
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| Head down, so heartless
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| I keep it buried underneath
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| All of my crookedness
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| But will the voices ever leave?
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| What can I say, what can I do
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| With this human plague inside? |
| It’s true
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| Gnawing and digging up something to feed
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| My dark, dark, dark, dark and deep
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| (All alone, weren’t you?)
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| Dark, dark, dark
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| (The way you always are)
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| Dark and deep, deep
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| (What makes you the outsider?
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| The outsider, the outsider, the outsider)
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| My dark, dark, dark
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| (Is there something the matter with you?)
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| Ice, ice, ice in my lung
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| Nowhere to go and nowhere to run
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| Eyes in their sockets and still they don’t see
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| But could anyone love a monster like me?
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| Ice, ice, ice in my lung
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| Nowhere to go and nowhere to run
|
| Eyes in their sockets and still they don’t see
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| But could anyone love a monster like me?
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| (Head down, so heartless
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| I keep it buried underneath
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| All of my crookedness
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| But will the voices ever leave?) |