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When you were here before,Couldn't look you in the eyeYou're just like an angel,Your skin makes me cryYou float like a featherIn a beautiful worldI wish I was specialYou're so f**kin' specialBut I'm a creep,I'm a weirdoWhat the hell am I doin' here?I don't belong hereI don't care if it hurts,I wanna have controlI want a perfect bodyI want a perfect soulI want you to noticewhen I'm not aroundYou're so f**kin' specialI wish I was specialBut I'm a creepI'm a weirdo............................
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Everything, everything, everything, everything..
In its right place
In its right place
In its right place
In its right place
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Everything, everything, everything..
In its right place
In its right place
In its right place
Right place
There are two colours in my head
There are two colours in my head
What, what is that you try to say?
What, what was that you tried to say?
Tried to say.. tried to say..
Tried to say.. tried to say.. tried to say...
Everything, everything, everything
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flyin' on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love.
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out.
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flyin' on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love.
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out.
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.
Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
Flyin' on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
You'd kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop.
You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk.
All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love.
They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out.
They're the ones who'll spit at you. You will be the one screaming out.










