Noose...

Thank you for your words, Mr. Manson...
12:03 a.m. - 2004-03-01


(For those that care, there is another entry before this one. Sorry. I don't normally mean to cover my true feelings with a false entry, but I needed to put this one in here too. Sometimes a song says everything you want to at a specific time.)

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Sometimes I feel I've got to

Run away I've got to

Get away

From the pain that you drive into the heart of me

The love we share

Seems to go nowhere

I've lost my lights

I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)

Now I'll run from you

This tainted love you've given

I give you all a boy could give you

Take my tears and that's not nearly all

Tainted love

Tainted love

Now I know I've got to

Run away I've got to

Get away

You don't really want any more from me

To make things right

You need someone to hold you tight

You think love is to pray

But I'm sorry I don't pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)

Now I'll run from you

This tainted love you've given

I give you all a boy could give you

Take my tears and that's not nearly all

Tainted love

Tainted love

Don't touch me please

I cannot stand the way you tease

I love you though you hurt me so

Now I'm going to pack my things and go

Touch me baby, tainted love

Touch me baby, tainted love

Touch me baby, tainted love

Once I ran to you (I ran)

Now I'll run from you

This tainted love you've given

I give you all a boy could give you

Take my tears and that's not nearly all

Tainted love

Tainted love

Tainted love

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Thank you, Mr. Manson. And for those that care, FUCK YOU.

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