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Until It Sleeps

IcarusOct 27, 2003
Just like the curse, just like the stray You feed it once, and now it stays ... So tear me open, but beware There''s things inside without a care And the dirt still stains me So wash me, ''till I''m clean... ... Don''t want your grip, don''t want it (...don''t want it.. want it.. don want it...)