Tattoo my suit to my body
I'm supposed to be ambitious and clean
I've got blood in my mouth I can taste it
Everybody better get out of my way
Only you can help me
Only you can...help me get out
Help me get out of this place
Seventy-seven songs since the end of the century
Every subject in them is the same
Now I’m racing for the ten-mile ideal
Everybody better get out of my way
Only you can help me
Only you can...help me get out
Help me get out of this place
A cry in the dark probably sounds foolish
I wouldn't know, I've not heard one before
The first minute of the last beautiful day
It’s the last minute that I can be a whore
Only you can help me
Only you can...help me get out
Help me get out of this place
Window glass strikes the back of my neck
My hands become all knotted and deformed
Only you can help me
Only you can...help me get out
Help me get out of this place

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