Deserve
Caught in the middle of forty twoIt was a fact, a number, a written wordA piece of my mind is it half or allThe guns shot off my headTo give me what I deserve, what I deserveA scream out the termsThese are the words of my persistenceI swirl to see you and find I doThe arrows burst my skin to show what is left of meAnd give me what I deserve, what I deserveThe bed of nails cutsDon't leave, don't jump on meThe bed of nails cutsDon't leave, don't jump on meThe bed of nails cutsCuts!The trains rolling down the tracksI'm wailing the twelve bar bluesKeep on the right trackKeep on the right trackI was never the same, never the sameGive me what I deserve, what I deserveTo show what is left of meGive me what I deserveThe bed of nails cutsWe don't need this culture clubbingThe bed of nails cutsWe don't need this culture clubbingThe bed of nails cuts cuts cutsA scream out the termsThese are the words of my persistenceI swirl to see you and find I doThe trains rolling down the tracksI'm wailing the twelve bar bluesKeep on the right trackKeep on the right trackI was never the same, never the sameGive me what I deserve, what I deserveTo show what is left of meThe bed of nails cutsWe don't need this culture clubbingThe bed of nails cutsWe don't need this culture clubbingThe bed of nails cuts cuts cutsTo find my own voice, to find my own voiceIn the way, in the wayCuts cuts cutsCuts cuts cutsCuts cuts cutsCuts!
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