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Interpret:
Natalie Merchant
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| My Skin
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Take a look at my body,
Look at my hands,
Theres so much here that I dont understand.
Your face-saving promises,
Whispered like prayers,
I dont need them,
Cause Ive been treated so wrong.
Ive been treated so long
As if Im becoming untouchable.
Well, contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart.
They say that promises sweeten the blow,
But I dont need them, no I dont need them
Ive been treated so wrong,
Ive been treated so long
As if Im becoming untouchable
Im a slow-dying flower
In the frost-killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable
I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness
Oh I need this
I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life
Oh I need this
Im a slow-dying flower
Frost-killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable
Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face-saving promises
Whispered liked prayers
I dont need them
I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this
Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, Im leaving
Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this
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19.Oct.2002 16:10:52 |
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