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