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Common Sense

you've got me shaking
from the way your talking
my heart is breaking
but its no use crying

what a cyanide surprise
you have left for my eyes
if I had common sense
I'd cut myself or curl up and die

sticks and stones
could break my bones
but anything you say
will only fuel my lungs

don't mind us
we're just spilling our guts
if this is love
I don't want to be loved
you pollute the room
with filthy tongue
watch me choke it down
so I can throw it up

don't mind us
we're just spilling our guts
if this is love
I don't want be
hangin by the neck
before an audience of death

you can be the corpse
and I can be the killer
I can be the devil
and you can be the sinner
you can be the drugs
and I can be the dealer
everything you say
like music to my ears

failure find me
to tie me up now
cause I'm as bad
as bad as it gets

failure find me
to hang me up now
by my neck
cause I'm a fate
worse than death

what a cyanide surprise
you have left for my eyes
if I had common sense
I'd cut myself or curl up and die
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