Cynical Skin

Talk candy in my ear
 Come on, come on
 I want your toxic talk sick baby
 I know those gospel lips can change me
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 Look to the right of me, okay?
 We got exhibit "A"
 She, she ain't okay today
 And to the left, the left of me
 We got exhibit "B"
 Oh, she's a mess, to say the least
 She's got her daddy's money, money, money
 Honey, I think you should run
 Run
 Look, oh, look around
 You're lost but never found, no
 Six feet below the ground
 Where you avoid your problems
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 Look right in front of me
 We got exhibit "C"
 Anorexic
 Obsessed with magazines
 And when I look over here
 Oh my god, that's me in the mirror
 No, no, no, ladies and gentlemen
 This is my fear, my eyes and ears
 Honey, I think you should run
 Run
 Look, oh, look around
 You're lost but never found, no
 Six feet below the ground
 Where you avoid your problems
 Look, oh, look around
 You're lost but never found, no
 Six feet below the ground
 Where you will never solve them
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 (I know you don't wanna hear this, but just listen)
 The last contendent
 Bad for us, bad for you
 This capillary root
 Could root up all the little
 Puzzle pieces of what you've been through
 You hair all up in knots
 Don't ever say you're not
 Oh, just a nothing
 'Cause I swear downstairs you're something
 That's egotistic, cynical
 I'm getting out of control
 Out of control
 Out of control
 Look, oh, look around
 You're lost but never found, no
 Six feet below the ground
 Where you avoid your problems
 Look, oh, look around
 You're lost but never found, no
 Six feet below the ground
 Where you will never solve them
 Look, oh, look around
 You're lost but never found, no
 Six feet below the ground
 Where you avoid your problems
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 Out of control
 I've got control