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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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24.Jun.2004 23:06:13 |
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