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You think you know the animal until you strike a certain nerve A latent homosex become so violent when provoked and now obscured Beyond the rage you feel / There's some appeal in this And objects in the mirror may be much closer than they might appear Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft One Miss America could never service you (Chelsea queen with tambourine) Confined until conformity achieved humiliation (6%, a tight machine) You punch my face again / I'll have to call the State Police I need my fingers for my work / Brush the dirt stains off your knees From Letras Mania