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Closed eyes of grey, You can't save me from me.

My friend, you're creeping under my skin. Scars

and wasted time. With your foot in my chest you

Cross the line. You're creeping under my skin

Call me white trash, junkie, freak. I don't care.

Sticks and stones can break all my bones

I don't care. No I don't care.

If what you feel is feeling

I don't want to feel.