Don't speak with words, they won't keep me warm,
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I have no need of you or anyone,
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And you are not my keeper,
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And this is not your place.
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I'll scrub this skin, 'till I reach my bones,
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Close my ears to everything and everyone,
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And you are not my father,
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And this is not your place.
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And it hurts so hard,
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It hurts so hard,
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In this place, in this place,
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And it moves too fast,
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And it hurts too hard,
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In this place.
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No you are not my father,
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And this is not your place.
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I wish I was small as baby size,
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I could be curled up here, inside you.
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But you are not my mother,
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And this is not your place.
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And it hurts so hard,
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It hurts so hard,
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In this place, in this place,
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And it moves too fast,
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And it hurts too hard,
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In this place.
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Babysize
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| Scheer |
