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I like to think of brutal little boysWith their hands filled with rocksInstead of cheap toysThat are not afraid to get blood On their friendsI grind my teeth and smileAt the thought of threeTiny voices laughingAnd threatening meBecause I just choose to play by myselfPlay by myselfLeave me hereI'm just no funI'm just no funI'm just no fun for anyone elseI don't think that I'm funI'm just no funI'm just no funFor anyone But me From Letras Mania