Quick kid quick, so harsh and cynical
Touches stricken, cold and clinical
What a transformation to behold
But I don't like this new, I want the old
It's not the words that make it final
You've berkata such things such things before to rival them
But it's how anda say 'em now that's changed
Cold but sympathetic all the same
Lie to convince me that I'll be better off
Oh, anda go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier
You go on, yeah, anda go on
You'll be gone and I'll be happier
Shoot me with your rubber bullets
Your finger's on the trigger, pull it
I know anda want this suffering to end
So it is forgivable my friend...
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