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I wish I had a heart |
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I'd call it tiger |
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And wrapped in silver thread |
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I'd tie it to my chest |
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To bring you home |
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I wish I had a car |
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And bits of wire |
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To tie you to the seat |
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I'd drive you to the beach |
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And keep on going |
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And I know when I've been stung |
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When I'm trapped inside my bed |
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Feel my flesh begin to swell |
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I'm an evil shade of red |
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I hate the taste of skin |
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It's terrifying |
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Reminds me of the truth |
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That biting bits of you |
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Can bring you home |
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And I hate |
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One sweet taste |
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And these miricals |
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I feel it in my skin |
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Know in my head |
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When you touch me |
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I am still awake at night |
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In my dreams |
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When my eyes are full of |
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Pictures of the day |
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But not quite right |
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Just to bring you home |
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I'm so lucky |
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I can pick my feelings |
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I never want to cry |
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I'm so ugly |
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But I want to pick my feelings |
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So I choose not to mind |
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It's true |
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To you |
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It must seem sad |
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I know |
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It all |
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But I'm not sad belive me |
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'Cos I choose not to be |
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I wish I had the skill |
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To stop my thinking |
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Concentrate each breath |
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To make sure that it's done |
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It's not instinctive |
