I was born into this life To a drunk father and a rented wife Who laid down in a concrete bed Who laid dark thoughts inside my head But they dont know, no, they dont know Nothings wrong, nothings right, nothing feels quite alright Watching my fists turn white, turn the lips into eyes Nothings right, nothings wrong, nothing makes me belong All the kids sing swan songs, all the kids sing along with me I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight I was born into this world Some kind of sinister little girl I let Jesus off the christ And drag his face into the moss But they dont know, no, they dont know Nothings wrong, nothings right, nothing feels quite alright Watching my fists turn white, turn the lips into eyes Nothings right, nothings wrong, nothing makes me belong All the kids sing swan songs, all the kids sing along with me I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight
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