Damaged

by SopranoSister   Jun 28, 2011


Damaged goods
You missed the last stop
Damaged goods
Leave your baggage on the turnstile
Don’t want you coming here again
Giving me lies and manipulation
Figure things out for yourself
Stop using others to obtain wealth
For that dangerous drug that screws up your brain
To cleanse myself, I need a good rain

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