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<br>She didnt wanna be, she didnt wanna know<br><br>She couldnt run away cause she was crazy<br><br>She gave it all away, she saw her baby break<br><br>And in the air it hung that she was dull razors<br><br>And I said, I wanna fill you up, I wanna break you, I wanna give you up<br><br>From one another, another one should come to one another<br><br>No one should come between us<br><br>Still I was lonely, and she was by my side, my one and only<br><br>Knows that she could never hide<br><br>I couldnt feel her, and it was just a game,<br><br>Cause I was lonely and she was crazy<br><br>Rat-tat-tat, ka boom boom, now take that, and just a bit of this<br><br>Cause Im a watcher, and Im a doer of none<br><br>Come to save you, cause youre all mine<br><br>I hurt where I cant feel, I feel where I cant hurt<br><br>I know where I cant know, I bleed for me and mine<br><br>Ka-boom, a rat-tat-tat, and some good ole bliss<br><br>Cause Im a sister, and Im a motherfuck<br><br>I am made of shamrocks, I am made of stern stuff<br><br>I am never enough, I am the forgotten child<br><br>And I said I wanna fill you up, I wanna break you, I wanna give you up<br><br>From one another, no one should ever come<br><br>In between us, between us and our love<br><br>Mary had a little lamb, her face was white as snow<br><br>And everywhere that mary went I was sure to go<br><br>Now marys got a problem, and marys not a stupid girl<br><br>Marys got some deep shit, and mary does not forget<br><br>And this is how marys garden grows, and this is how mary has her ghosts<br><br>And into the eyes of the jackyl I say ka-boom<br><br>Now we begin descent, to where weve never been<br><br>There is no going back, this wasnt meant to last<br><br>This is a hell on earth, we are meant to serve<br><br>And she will never learn [she will never learn]<br><br>Bye bye, baby goodbye [bye bye]

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