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You made your bed, now lie in it. you masochist of mayhem. |
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This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever. |
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I would swear that there must be |
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A thousand personalities inside you head |
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Now i would swear that there must be |
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A thousand possibilities to mend you heart |
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Now take these words & tie them up |
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& give them back, give them back |
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For i ............. |
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I see you, i hear you, i feel you, i love you. |
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You call collect & i reject your foul abuse & your language |
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Where's your sense of etiquette? |
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Can't you assess the damage? |
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I would swear that there must be |
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A thousand personalities inside your head |
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I would swear that there must be |
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A thousand possibilities to mend our hearts |
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Now take these tears & cry them in |
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Your pillow dear & i'll be near |
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For i ............ |
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I see you, i hear you, i feel you, i love you. |