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Martyr Material |
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It's different now
I feel that all those looks were just a game
You smoked and choked on cigarettes
And acted cute and lame-and lame
Your parting lips that wrapped me up
In promised company
Now mumble that each breath I take
Takes from the air you breathe-and breathe
You were to share these dreams
But from this bed it's different than it seems
You'll have to drag me everywhere you go
And you're not martyr material
You fell in love, you fell so hard
You said it must be days
I said that I am not quite ready
For your newest phase-your face
Conceding, lying, cheating
Deceiving relentlessly
My voice got softer
You could no longer hear me-hear me
That ring you wear in fashion
Has a chain that pierces through my nose
You'll have to drag me everywhere you go
And you're not martyr material
My life is riding in this chair of wheels
With arms that move too slow
You'll have to drag me everywhere you go
And you're not martyr material
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I've Suffered a Head Injury - 1992 |
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