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Quand il pleut, il pleut
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I hear your voice, it never ends, its ringing in my ears
Day on day and into months and months turn into years You say I’m weird, that I don’t fit, a ginger headed geek But what is normal,? what will fit? Am I such a freak? You say my skins too pale and I need to get a tan You tell me you will get me, but catch me if you can You say I need to shut my mouth, but I have much to say You tell me you’ll make sure that I won’t live another day You say that I'm too thin or fat, nothing is quite right I mock you for your ignorance, you may bark but you can't bite Too late I see the flash of steel, the blade into my skin Ok you win I’ll be quiet, I’ll never speak again Beneath the ground I find my voice and you can hear me yell I’ll meet with you one last time and watch you burn in hell |
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