& when I think of it my fingers turn to fists/
I never did anything to you, man/
But no matter what I try you beat me with your bitter lies/
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry, get off now, baby/
It won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands/
I never did anything to you, man/
But no matter what I try you beat me with your bitter lies/
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry, get off now, baby/
It won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands/
I wondered where you had gone....
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