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I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument Fuck me if you must, then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If you could only hear what I said You'd see...I'm not scared any more I'm not scared... I'm not scared... I'm not scared... I'm not scared... I'm not scared... Spin your car around, push your head down, down, down Smashing to the ground with you There's been a piece of glass found and a terrible sound, sound What if they say it's true? Oh, I prefer it in your bed, television set I'm not scared... I'm not scared... I'm not scared... |