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Here's a story that you never can eraseAnd everyone is looking at your dirty faceDo yourself a favorJust get out of this placeI've got half a mind to show up where I should not beThe other half knows that you're just plain fucking with meI'm a glutton for punishmentAnd baby you're so emptyAnd I think that makes usA perfect matchI've got that same itchIt never helps to scratchHere's a problem that you never seem to fixI see you reaching for your same old bag of tricksOh you strip down nakedWaiting for that crucifixAnd I could track you down like everyone beforeMake you love me, then show myself the doorIt's so easy going inWhen you know the final scoreAnd I think that makes usLetras de cancionesA perfect matchI've got that same itchIt never helps to scratchAnd I wonder what would happen if II just let goI wonder what would happen if II told you noNo-o-o-o-oThere's a reason that we're sitting here againTalking about the same things we did way back thenYou could be anyoneAs long as you don't let me inAnd I think that makes usA perfect matchI've got that same itchIt never helps to scratch From Letras Mania