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If constantly comparing you to me means anything at allI'd be surprisedIf I could look above the place I've put you in my mindWell, it won't be with these eyesSo, I'm taking forks and knivesAnd other objects I can findAnd I'll poke my eyes outIf constancy if currency in this land of la, la, laI'm broke as shitI'm bankrupt and I'm corrupt, but it never seems to disrupt this fantasyI'm much poorer than I'll admitSo, I'm taking forks and knivesAnd other objects I can findAnd I'll poke my eyes outTo leave hollow holesTo prove how empty I can beI'll poke my eyes outIf ever I should lend my voice to something you might hearIt would tell youThat if I had my choice I'd be the voice of someone somewhere long agoAnd ohLetras de cancionesSo, I'm taking forks and knivesAnd other objects I can findAnd I'll poke my eyes outTo leave hollow holesTo prove how empty I can beI'll poke my eyes out From Letras Mania