Then i come in,
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they go mad, hit my nose and
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hit my back, break me every
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single bone, throw me out just
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like a stone. It's the corner. it's
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the dress, small the town and
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big the mess, that I cause with
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every step, but still I walk,
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nonetheless. They're skipping
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backwards, they're trashing
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days, is that all they're
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believing in? Smash my head
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to make it spin. It won't change
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so come with me, just with your
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eyes I will see. just with your
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arms I can hold, and keep
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away them dump and cold.
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Trashing Days
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| The Notwist |
