Physically I resemble a vulture -
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too close to meaning
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when the world is telling me -
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don't go
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And I can't even sell myself.
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The moods of a foreigner
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and the beating(s) of a train conductor
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Physically I resemble a dog -
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no bones for this one
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when the butcher is out for me -
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don't go.
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And I can't even save myself
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and you're brutality is obvious to me,
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please Chorus Inside of me
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I am going to break up every part of her,
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not here Inside me.
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I want to break up every (break up every part of her) not here
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Physically, you resemble a swan.
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Your femininity or girlish appeal,
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I don't know?
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And she can't even save herself.
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You were going nowhere now you're way down here with me.
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Please Chorus When the one has been overthrown,
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the way you look at me from an open fire.
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I could have died
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although I am alright now you're twisted,
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determined and begging for peace Chorus (x2)
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