I want to be eaten alive And burn a hole inside my pride
Like leather wrapped around my mind Two holes cut out to see the light
I want to feel it in my bones Woke up inside a stranger's home
I want to know why I don't mind That all the children stay inside
Well here it goes, and I know exactly what it's supposed to
Be but I don't know what to say, and My hands are tied, my hands are tied
I know exactly what it could be I know exactly what it could be
I know exactly what it could be I think I know just what it could be
* I think I know just what I could need I think I know just what I might need
I think I know just what I might need I think I know just what I might need
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