you say i seem so grim
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darling do you forgive me
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i went out on a limb
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cause i needed to be
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near the fireflies flying high above me
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then i hit the sky and it fell down on me
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you said it wasn't sharp but i cut my finger
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you said it just wouldn't burn and i scarred my face
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you know i bite my nails my skin and my fingers
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and i've heard that's my liver my nerves and my brain
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i said i just like to bite on my f**in fingers
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do you have another intelligent answer for me today
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you said it wasn't sharp but i cut my finger
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you said it just wouldn't burn and i scarred my face
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you said it just wasn't there when it fell down on me
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well i'm just a son of a b*tch no matter what you say
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i lost my trust in you
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you were dangerous and scary
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and you poisoned me with the fruits everyone was intrigued by
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and i finally got buried
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you said i won't forget and i don't remember and
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you said i'm something i'm not and i fell on my face
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you said i wouldn't rot but worms are crawling on me
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i'm just a son of a b*tch no matter what you say
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i'm just a son of a b*tch no matter what you say
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S.O.B.
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| Lisa Marie Presley |
