So raw
Your raw teeth They make me bite the street Shivering with cold Your black eyes stare at me But I can't handle the storm old Oh rich dad and mom Let me go I don't wanna suffer The damned boy Who became a man Sound, sound Maybe a surf Make me a stuff Oh, boy, you're dead inside and inside out."
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