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The one Who...
The One WhoÖ
To my disease Iím on my knees. To my disease Iím on my knees. Canít help but want to please Everyone Iíve ever met or will meet. I fall from my feet, To my disease. Canít help but get sent Over the tips. Then swooning when Iím bent Over at the hips. Broken at being taken, Shaken and forsaken. Canít they see the one who really loves, Is me? Can anybody hear me? Is this hard to understand? I just want to be me. To feel me is at your hand. To my disease Iím on my knees. So on many a page Iíve let go of my rage, But just not so you could see. Thatís not really me Because thatís not who I want to be. Canít they see the one who really loves, Is me?
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