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Natalie Merchant Miscellaneous My Skin Take a look at my body Look at my hands There's so much here that I don't understand Your face-saving promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them 'Cause I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable Well, contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart They say that promises sweeten the blow But I don't need them, no I don't need them I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable I'm a slow-dying flower In the frost-killing hour Sweet turning sour and untouchable I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness Oh I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life Oh I need this I'm a slow-dying flower Frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable Do you remember the way that you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored Your face-saving promises Whispered liked prayers I don't need them I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness Oh, I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life Oh, I need this Well is it dark enough Can you see me Do you want me Can you reach me Oh, I'm leaving Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath You kiss me now, you catch your death Oh, I mean this Oh, I mean this |
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