Caught in the middle of forty two It was a fact, a number, a written word A piece of my mind is it half or all The guns shot off my head To give me what I deserve, what I deserve
These are the words of my persistence I swirl to see you and find I do The arrows burst my skin to show what is left of me And give me what I deserve, what I deserve
Don't leave, don't jump on me Don't leave, don't jump on me
The trains rolling down the tracks I'm wailing the twelve bar blues I was never the same, never the same Give me what I deserve, what I deserve To show what is left of me
We don't need this culture clubbing We don't need this culture clubbing The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts
These are the words of my persistence I swirl to see you and find I do The trains rolling down the tracks I'm wailing the twelve bar blues I was never the same, never the same Give me what I deserve, what I deserve To show what is left of me
We don't need this culture clubbing We don't need this culture clubbing The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts
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