Imagine that I can't be comforted at all
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In pieces I went from crawling into a ball
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Evidence, it's in my breathing every day
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Less and less and less
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Hey you - you wore me out
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There was nothing left for anybody else
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Listen you, you're the last little shit that anyone expected
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Could put me through this
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Yeah it's true
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Turbulence, auto pilot to control
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Down and down and down
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And if he's there then I'll take my order to go
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He shouldn't see, He shouldn't know
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Hey you - you wore me out
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There was nothing left for anybody else
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And you, you're the last little shit that anyone expected
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Could put me through this
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Yeah fucker it's true
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And over there in the corner of the room
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Sat little Jack Horner in his gloom
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Oh how you like it there
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Na na na na na
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Hey you- you slithered around while you ripped every vein out
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And you - your once so charming self inflicted tortured act
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It's a loser and a poser's tool
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Hey you - you wore me out
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There was nothing left for anybody else
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And you, you're the last little shit that anyone expected
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Could put me through this
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Yeah fucker it's true
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Imagine that
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Imagine that
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Turbulence
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Lisa Marie Presley |