this is not love
this is not even worth a point of view
in echo park, I
pause for effect and whisper:
"who are you?"
they crawl out of their holes for me
and I die, you die
hear them laugh
watch them turn on me
and I die, you die
see my scars
they call me such things
tear me, tear me, tear me
now I've got your names
screaming: "you will suffer
and it's all too late!"
now I'll tell you
does everything stop when the old time fails?
they crawl out of their holes for me
and I die, you die
hear them laugh
watch them turn on me
and I die, you die
see my scars, they call me such things
tear me, tear me, tear me
I still run from the telephone...
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