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Trampled
I'd never done it Only sold it to a couple of my friends And now they're telling me that they feel fine And it's a backwards way of thinking But it's all that I've got, so I will keep it in the back of my mind And it's a lonely conversation with a stranger I met Asking me what I'm gonna do tonight But I will never sleep again so you can come on over I bet you're thinking that it worked out fine
And it's a phone call, it says you hate me And your boyfriend wants to know where I've been But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight And my bones are practically sticking through my skin
And it's a question of religion A question I want answered An answer that is in myself But I am absent And I am hollow Most of the time I think I'm someone else
But I am bored Just like a suburb cop Think what I'm doing's gonna make a difference And I keep screaming and asking him to stop, but I doubt he will Because he never listens And that is all but I cannot complain Cause it won't, it won't make a difference You can come over if that is what you decide And we can both stay up, try to watch the sunrise
And it's a phone call, it says you hate me And your boyfriend wants to know where I've been Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight And my bones are practically sticking through my skin
And it's a question of religion A question I want answered An answer that is in myself But I am absent And I am hollow Most of the time I think I'm someone else
But it's a phone call, it says you hate me (Why do you hate me?) And your boyfriend, he wants to know we're I've been But it's a waste of time You see, I've lost weight Oh, and my bones are practically stickin, practically stickin, through my skin Through my skin Through my skin Through my skin (Why do you hate me?)
Oh, but it's a phone call, it says you hate me And your boyfriend wants to know where I've been But it's a waste of time, you see, I've lost weight And my bones are practically sticking through my skin
And it's a question of religion It's a question I want answered An answer that is in myself But I am absent And I am hollow Most of the time I think I'm someone else
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