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Jenny is like any other insect She sucks the blood out of my brain She sucks all of the blood out of my brain And all of my reasons are distractions And I can't even follow it Oh, I can't even follow them myself The tighter I hold the strings, the more that it returns The more that it returns The more that it gets back to where it hurts The wider I spread my wings, the more that you return The more that you return The more that we go back to whеre it hurts Tell me if thеre's any other motive So I can stand the bitterness So I can stand the bitterness myself And all of my questions are pretentious So I can't even tolerate Oh, I can't even tolerate myself The tighter I hold the strings, the more that it returns The more that it returns The more that it gets back to where it hurts The wider I spread my wings, the more that you return The more that you return The more that we go back to where it hurts From Letras Mania