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What you thinking 'bout boy? Are you picturing my insides outside of me? Did you think I'd want more? My own blade's sharp enough to hurt me I'm getting used to it, pain is temporary There won't ever be room for happy memories I'm getting used to it, despair is so contagious You can take everything, i don't need it anyway Hey! It isn't fair And it will never be Dust in the air Is all that we'll ever be I can't drink a thousand tears (?) ? If I don't have the right Can't pretend anymore If no one cares, it's not a tragedy I can't think any morе Sympathy's earned, sympathy hurts I'm getting usеd to it, doing it my way If only yesterday I gave away my rosaries I'm getting used to it, ? Cut myself to prove I don't need you anyway Hey! It isn't fair And it will never be Dust in the air I'm getting used to it, rip my womb outside of me ? Find me in a steel cage Wash myself again, I'm as pure as gasoline Giving up my ?, I can't feel it anyway Hey It isn't fair! And it will never be Dust in the air Is all that we'll ever be I can't drink a thousand tears (?) ? If I don't have the right