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Á¦¸ñ: Turn of the Screw
°¡¼ö: Low Pop Suicide



I guess by now you owe me
a turn of the screw...
here comes the payback
for feelin' so good about you

well, look you fool...
it's not my fault at all
I just can't get along
it's not your fault no more
I can't get along

I'm sure, by now,
I coulda had somebody else, too
torn and crippled I might be,
but I'm not through

but look at you...
it's not my fault at all,
I can't get along
it's not your fault no more,
I can't get along

angels up high
cut us loose,
don't ask why
hand me my wings,
and I'll fly...

angels up high
cut us loose,
don't ask why
hand me my wings,
and I'll fly...

the purple leaves
have come to take the people away
and in your dream
I saw how I misbehave

it's not my fault at all,
I can't get along
not your fault at all,
I can't get along
I can't get along

it's not my fault at all,
I can't get along
it's not my fault no more,
I can't get along
can't can't can't get along...
can't can't can't get along...


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Turn of the Screw
Low Pop Suicide



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