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Laying by my preciousNot long agoHiding behind the shadowsOf your broken soulWhy is it always you and something you can never have? Why did you you try to tell me? How could you be this wayYour throat, I take graspCan you feel the pain? Then your eyes roll backCan you feel the pain? Your racing through my vainsCan't you feel the pain? Your heart stops beatingCan't you feel the painLike orgasmsCan't you feel the painI guess your life is deadCan't you feel the painThere you are my preciousWith your broken soulForever my crotch take controlWhy is itYou fuck up something you have always hadWhy'd you try to tell meHow could you be so cold? Your throat, I take graspCan you feel the pain? Then your eyes roll backCan you feel the pain? Your racing through my vainsCan't you feel the pain? Your heart stops beatingCan't you feel the painLike orgasmsCan't you feel the painI guess your life is deadCan't you feel the painHere I am, just a manFeeling the pain, gives me lifeRelieving us is my planI'd anything to see through your eyesJust to see through your liesI hate you, can you feel the pain? Can't you feel the pain? I hate you, can you feel the pain? Your throat, I take graspCan you feel the pain? Then your eyes roll backCan you feel the pain? Your racing through my vainsCan't you feel the pain? Your heart stops beatingCan't you feel the painLike
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orgasmsCan't you feel the painI guess your life is deadCan't you feel the pain=============================Dun nun nunDun nun nunDun dun dunOdelay!My momma talk to meTry to tell me how to liveBut I don't listen to her'cuz my head is like a siftMy daddy, he disowned me'cuz I wear my sisters clothesHe caught me in the bathroomWith my pair of pantyhoseMy basketball coachHe just kick me off the teamFor wearing high heels sneakersAnd acting like a queenGonna turn my back onto a tree, to a treeGonna die my back into a treeGonna die his back into a treeThe world is coming to an end and I don't give a damnAs long as I have my bitchOh I'm a fuck youIt don't bother me, if people think I'm funny'cuz I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of moneyMoney, money, money..Money, ka chingHa, ha, haLots of moneyI'm so bloody richLots of moneyLots of muthafuckin moneyI own shopping centres, parking lots, and stars, and all that shitHa, ha, haI own you, ha, you too, you threeFor me, he he, oh ohLet's bring it back one more time jonathanJonathan on them drums, getting ever slowerMore groovin, slow that shit downCrazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ahDon't give a fuck, break it outYou even know, boy george is on heroinWe don't give a fuckRick james is in the crack houseI'm fuckin paying, that's all that mattersHa, ha, haThe bomb is a fuckin in the houseLoco!

Writer(s): Jonathan Davis, Reginald Arvizu, Brian Welch, David Silveria, James Shaffer
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