They don't want you for who you are,
So you should step outside your skin.
Something tells me, that we were meant to be,
But how can that be?
You run on evil, I run on fumes and stale air.
When she came out , she brought her anger, she left her sympathy,
Behind walls she built for me.
So we start spinning.
You wouldn't want to let us go easy,
Or you
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