And come back someday
It's not the same, I feel like I should find a place to hide but not
outside
And who's to blame?
I don't understand what is going on
These things that are happening are happening wrong
Every thing's confusing, 'Don't know what I'm using
'Got to start choos-ing to end my abus-ing
Everything is creamy, and it is dreamy
'Got to stop phenin' or I'll end up beaten
Do you like whatcha see when ya close your eyes?
Or do you like what ya feel inside when ya fall down and cry?
I'm not sure but
Chorus:
I know your gonna die, I know your gonna die
Your not like Phobia You do not multiply-yi-yi
I know your gonna die I know your gonna die
I know your gon-na die
I know your gonna
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