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o my god give me some sympathy i need some drugs, carte blanche and a little string when no ones there i can sneak up silently around her neck i cant help thinking that shes been lying to me the burning inside don't tell me its all in my head that its in my head i should know if i'm in love ok maybe you've just lost your touch you should know that i'm in love i need you so much closer hold my hand, make me feel apathy grab my pants, make my heart skip a beat only when i slip and i pull the string i am alone and i cant help thinking that you've been lying to me the blood on my hands now tell me its all in my head is it in my head? i'm on my way don't put up a fight 58th and ninth i'm comin home i should know if i'm in love ok maybe you've just lost your touch so come here you should know that we're in love ill teach you not to lie |
