Been stricken sick. She could be the cure
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And I felt quite sure. I opened every door.
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It makes me sick; the things I do for you.
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The shit that I go through, but I can't make you secure.
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For once make it go away.
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Give me what I want and I'll be fine.
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I need some attention. You can help me clean my wounds.
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Gotta lot of sewing up to do.
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And I know what it's like when they're twisting your arm.
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And it's difficult I'm sure when you don't know who you are.
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But they don't own you though they may seem to.
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But isn't that what it means when you belong?
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Isn't that what you wanted all along?
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Hadn't you realized you might be wrong?
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Ali ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Secure
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| Inspection 12 |
