: Here I stand, helpless and left for dead. Close your eyes, so many days go by. Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right. I believe
: Fruit on the vine. You get yours, I get mine. Meat on your bones. They won't know, they won't know. [Chorus] I loathe your face, just get away. I'
: Borderline, dead inside. I don't mind, falling to pieces. Coming in, violin, let's begin. Feeding the sickness. How do I simplify, dislocate, the enemy
: Milk it for all it's worth. Make sure you get there first. The apple of your eye. The rotten core inside. We are the prisoners. Things couldn't get
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: You fight me, flat on my lonely face I fell. Finding in the end, all is well. In light of the life that I have found, it's coming down. I know it isn
: Sing it for me, I can't erase the stupid things I say. You're better than me. I struggle just to find a better way. [Chorus] So here we are, fighting
: I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like. Is it over yet, in my head? I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your
mind If you say this love is the last time, So now I'll ask Do you like that? Do you like that? Something's getting in the way Something's just about to break
: So clever, whatever, I'm done with these endeavors. Alone I walk the winding way. It's over, no longer, I feel it growing stronger. I'll live to
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead. Close your eyes, so many days go by. Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right. I believe in
Hold it together, birds of a feather, Nothing but lies and crooked wings. I have the answer, spreading the cancer, You are the faith inside me. No,
Sing it for me, I can't erase the stupid things I say. You're better than me. I struggle just to find a better way. [Chorus] So here we are, fighting
Milk it for all it's worth. Make sure you get there first. The apple of your eye. The rotten core inside. We are the prisoners. Things couldn't get
I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like. Is it over yet, in my head? I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil
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Fruit on the vine. You get yours, I get mine. Meat on your bones. They won't know, they won't know. [Chorus] I loathe your face, just get away. I'm