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I can t stop thinking about
Cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered in make-up
But down to the core I m all bruises.
My little whore gives these excuses.

How can this, be rationalized ?
Your brain has programmed, all of those lies.
What do you tell yourself, about our situation?
How can you look at yourself without having some Sort of revelation?

How do you live with yourself?
How could you possibly hurt someone like myself?
The saddest part is, I would take u back.
You ve turned me into some spineless Hypochondriac.

Now I tend to every last emotion
I m so caught in this I cannot grasp its hazed Proportion.

All right now I ll be fair
I ll just pull you by your hair
I ll just kick you from time to time
And then I ll love you in the meantime.
It will be just like before
I ll be your girl, you ll be my whore.

I am not an angry child
I don t run hot nor mild
But for some reason when it comes to you
I smile at the thought of hitting you

I smile at the thought of watching you die.
I strive off the image of making you cry
I feed of the feeling of having you need
I lick the illusion, of watching you bleed.

Zaraï sa do davu
Prísny zákaz pou¾íva» hlavu
Èi je deò a èi je noc...
Ústa rad¹ej neotváraj moc

R: No tak nestoj v kúte
Navrhujem útek
Nech nás prúdy nesú

Sme ako správy vo fµa¹iach,
Ktoré sa húpu na vlnách
O to èi ku dnu pôjdeme
Ja ako posledný mám strach

Zaraï sa do davu
Zakázané cíti» únavu
Èi je deò a...

They call it that Jersey bounce
A rhythm that really counts
The temperature always mounts
Wherever they play, the funny rhythm they play

It started on Journal Square
And somebody heard it there
He put it right on the air
And now...

Fade me out I m wasting precious time,
Let me go I need to charge my mind,
Put me out Im burning precious time,
Let me go I need to rest my eyes.

This effort is futile, it won t let me go.
My effort is futile, it won t let me go.
My...

On the way into this world, our soul was born in two
Searching for you, I been searching for you
Where ya been, where ya running to
Where ya got to go, what ya got to do
Don´t care where were goin, just wanna be with you
Put your head...

Beware of lovers, who close their eyes
They could be hiding a thousand lies
You never know who they fantasise
Beware of lovers who close their eyes

It might be a stranger, or your best friend
Her very first lover that she s holding...