You don't know how it feels to be Me
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To be sitting on the edge dangling my feet
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Wondering if god would give his angels charge
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If I was feeling small
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If my mind was growing large
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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You don't know how it feels to be Me
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Having all these faces looking in to see
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Their eyes are white lit just like a torch
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To burn my soul which is thin and which is worn
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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Take my life
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Take my life
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Take my life
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Before I taken it myself
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You don't know how it feels to be me
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To be a poet nailed to this tree
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Where are my accusers those who ridicule
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Those who have learned to hate and curse this silly fool
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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I am the worm crawling through your head
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The Worm
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| Bride |
