Hole

I would have sailed away,

if I'd known that nothing would change

Staring out my window sill,

in my waisted prison cellAnd I know what you want

And I know what you feel

As I cradle your loving

And you watch you disappearAnd I feel your heart beat, pounding in my head

I'd like to control you, cause I can't control myselfRain come my way, mold my head lika ball of clay

Softly wither into my grave, never to see the sun again

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