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Primal, evil what am i
Tongue-tied ’til the day I die
There’s no love made mermaids
It’s just distraction or so they
And I’m too tired to care about it
Can’t you see this in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
It’s a sorry state you’re getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There’s no self control left in me
What was not will never will be
And I’m too tired to care about it
Can’t you see this in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
(....or am I just coping? )
And I’m too tired to care about it
Can’t you see this in my face
The emphisis on coping
Can’t you see this in my face, my face
When I feel this strange can I go through this again?
When I feel this strange can I go through this again? (x2)
(can I be dreaming? ...or am I just coping? ) |
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