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Used Up

 

Used Up

(album: Burn It Black - 2002)


You're my target, you're my ticket
Safe and secure in a hopeless smile
Used up one you're a torch for some
But for me? it's an itch, it's a pain, it's a trial

Wait! For your eyes to give it away!
Still looking for something to say
Your eyes still, give it away!
When you take what you fake

You're just a used up girl living in, your useless world
You've got no faith to speak of, only pain!
You're just a sad sad trick
When you're overcome I feel so sick
Come down, so down, off your...
Hate!

Whichever opiate you like comes to mind
Whatever demon that you seek you will find
Just remember that you take the love you fake
And so it goes when you live like wine

Wait! For your eyes to give it away!
Still looking for something to say
Your eyes still, give it away!
When you take what you fake

You're just a used up girl living in, your useless world
You've got no faith to speak of, only pain!
You're just a sad sad trick
When you're overcome I feel so sick
Come down, so down, off your...
Hate!

I know what you're after
Feel your suicide
Yes I know what you're after

Wait! for your eyes to give it away...
Still looking for something to say...
You take the love you fake!
Sing it!

You're just a used up girl living in, your useless world
You've got no faith to speak of, only pain!
You're just a sad sad trick
When you're overcome I feel so sick
Come down, so down, off your...
Hate!
Hate!

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