Ugly and cruel
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Lies coming true
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I split into pieces
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And you were the glue
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Covered in folds
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Hidden in clothes
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Your mind is so young
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Your face is so old
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When I woke up
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I always looked down
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I never won
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When you were around
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Opposites meet
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But when we repel
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The splinters of lust
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Bear me to hell
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Newspaper ink
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All over my hands
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The moon is so close
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The astronauts land
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But here in my head
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There's ruin and pain
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Simplicity lost
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Again and again
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Hands that can't wave
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Eyes that can't weep
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Blood that won't rush
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Head that won't sleep
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This mind that is numb
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Blade that won't cut
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Ice that won't melt
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It can't hurt enough
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Yesterday
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Nothing to say
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Vicious and vivid
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Still nothing to say
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The light switch stays still
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As the night time comes on
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I just can't imagine
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How I'll get along
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Ugly And Cruel
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
