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Dollhouse
01:39
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Dress me
Feed me
God knows you don’t need me
I’m not special
We both know you’re lonely
Fuck me like you own me
Like you own me
Take it out on me
And leave me where you found me
I guess it’s better that I like it like this
Filthy like my life is
Like my life is
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2. |
Do Something About Me
01:53
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If you can’t do without me
Then do something about me
Cause one of these days
I’m blowing out my fucking brains
You won’t have to miss me
If you’re coming with me
Aren’t you sick of playing along
Life’s a joke we’re not in on
How did I ever pull myself together before
I can’t remember anything anymore
I reach out, you look away
How could you be so inhumane
Is it so wrong that I don’t want to live this way
This is not my life
Something isn’t right
Something isn’t right
Maybe it’s a sign
Maybe it’s a sign
Maybe it’s time
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3. |
Sweet Relief
02:53
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I’m something you won’t ask for
Put your feet up on the dashboard
There’s no easy way
To hold that weight
So put me in your pocket
I’ll be here as long as you depend on me
For sweet relief
Depend on me for sweet release
Don’t go
Don’t go
All raw and exposed
Don’t go
I want you alone
I want to be the hand you hold
When you’re falling apart
Be the name you call
At the end of it all
Be the name you call
I thrive in harsh extremes
There is no in between
Provider’s will and survivor’s guilt
Provider’s will and survivor’s guilt
I want to be the hand you hold
When you’re falling apart
Be the air you breathe
When you’re falling asleep
Be the name you call
At the end of it all
Be the name you call
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4. |
I Don’t Believe You
01:30
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I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you
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5. |
No One Ever Dares
03:40
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Saturday went fine
Breakfast was alright
And Ivonne apologized
For making Esther cry
A weekend at 5 South
The TV’s on too loud
And everyone’s sprawled out
Or curled up on a couch
And no one ever dares
No one will ever dare to tell you
Even if things don’t improve
Even if it swallows you
When all’s been done there is to do
We still could not stomach losing you
My dear
So please stay here
But no one ever dares
No one will ever dare to tell you that
Vitals with the nurse
Exchanging pleasantries
Even well intended words
Feel sterilized to me
There’s one familiar face
A couple of times a week
A friend from undergrad
Leaves me kisses on my cheek
I bet she’ll never dare
I bet she’d never dare to tell me
Even if things don’t improve
Even if it swallows you
When all’s been done there is to do
We still could not stomach losing you
My dear
So please stay here
But no one ever dares
No one will ever dare to tell you that
No one ever dares
No one will ever dare to tell you that
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