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Underneath my skin
I close my eyes
And I can feel
As the memory of you
Burns on my skin
Hands that wander
Lips that taste
poison like that
Can not be erased
Chorus:
Can they see
When they look at me
Do they see the taint you’ve left
Underneath my skin
What do they see
When they look at me?
Do they see the stains
You’ve burned into me?
Do you think they know
Like I know?
Just how filthy
Pristine skin can be
Protests forming
In my mouth
You kiss my lips
And take the sound right out
Can they see it now?
You break and enter
Take it all
From above I’ll
Watch my own self fall
Chorus:
Can they see?
When they look at me
Can they see the taint you’ve left?
Underneath my skin
What do they see
When they look at me?
Do they see the stains
You’ve burned into me?
Do you think they know
Like I know?
Just how filthy
Pristine skin can be
In the dark
I can feel you watching
As I lay
I can feel you wanting
Every breath
I can feel you bury down
Underneath my skin
You’re underneath my skin
You’re underneath my skin
Do they see it now?
What do they see
When they look at me?
Do they see the stains
You’ve burned into me?
Do you think they know
Like I know?
Just how filthy
Pristine skin can be
And I can feel
As the memory of you
Burns on my skin
Hands that wander
Lips that taste
poison like that
Can not be erased
Chorus:
Can they see
When they look at me
Do they see the taint you’ve left
Underneath my skin
What do they see
When they look at me?
Do they see the stains
You’ve burned into me?
Do you think they know
Like I know?
Just how filthy
Pristine skin can be
Protests forming
In my mouth
You kiss my lips
And take the sound right out
Can they see it now?
You break and enter
Take it all
From above I’ll
Watch my own self fall
Chorus:
Can they see?
When they look at me
Can they see the taint you’ve left?
Underneath my skin
What do they see
When they look at me?
Do they see the stains
You’ve burned into me?
Do you think they know
Like I know?
Just how filthy
Pristine skin can be
In the dark
I can feel you watching
As I lay
I can feel you wanting
Every breath
I can feel you bury down
Underneath my skin
You’re underneath my skin
You’re underneath my skin
Do they see it now?
What do they see
When they look at me?
Do they see the stains
You’ve burned into me?
Do you think they know
Like I know?
Just how filthy
Pristine skin can be
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