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The school kids make me shake
‘Cos I lost my sense of place
Out the window on a whim
Could never get back in

Back seats of the train
Fighting for the sake
Bound to agitate
And overcompensate

I can't see the flames
No, I can't hear no bells
Stench of a dying rose
But I lost my sense of smell

I get a vision
My body's bursting at the seams
I got the feeling
That my fear and loathing
Is the key, the key, the key, the key

I'm not your concubine, anymore
I'm not a rabid, a rabid dog
Don't turn a cup of blood
Into wine, into wine, into

I can't see the flames
No, I can't hear no bells
Stench of a dying rose
But I lost my sense of smell

I get a vision
My body's bursting at the seams
I got the feeling
That my fear and loathing
Is the seed, the seed, the seed, the seed

I'm not your concubine, anymore
I'm not a rabid, a rabid dog
Don't turn a cup of blood
Into wine, into wine, into

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