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I wanna find peace in my own skin, in my own skinBreathe out, breathe inThinking of your eyes, promises you gave, promises you gaveWe're doomed not savedNow cut to commercialJust cut to commercialWhat the hell am I supposed to do? Choose the world over you?I'm afraid I'm just too small, I think I'd be no use at allWords are so hard. You're the sweetest cure I never got to tasteLost in the tide of sex and death, of sex and deathYour hair, your neckI want you again, don't wanna be your friendI wanna be adored, not a voyeurNow cut to commercialJust cut to commercialWhat the hell am I supposed to be? Choose the world over me?Sitting pretty in my mess, on the phone I can't confessWords are so hard. You're the sweetest cure I never got to tasteWords are so hard. You're the sweetest cure I never got to tasteMy dark, pure heart is on the table's edge, push it off and watch me slowly break,The sweetest cure I never got to taste,the sweetest cure I'll never taste From Letras Mania