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[imstaind]

I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me

One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me,
For Me

You,
You Are So Special
And you Have The Talent To make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your Talent To Dig Me Under
And Cover Me With Dirt.

I dig up, cause I'm buried alive,
I try to save myself,
and save a little piece of me with time,
only takes one chance,
and you make me feel alive, inside, ah yeah.