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My blood is innocent And God knows what I really meant When I said I was younger then We all were once younger then And who says what they really mean Today I'm saying I'm coming clean About how I've been fucking up Life's so good and then it sucks Pain loves misery, well I've got both so that makes three And I'm not saying I'm a broken kid But I'm so gone that they can't fix it I hope it rains on your parade Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away So here's some hate, how does it taste Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away They say that love is sweet To me it's bitter like gasoline And I've been breathing in way too much Keep getting high cause I like the rush Oh won't you disappear, my devil woman that I love and fear Oh no love is not the word, lust is a better one for the term Why can't you get away? Well I have tried about a hundred ways Now I'm writing this fucking song For all the sad ones who drink alone I hope it rains on your parade Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away So here's some hate, how does it taste Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away Cold wind cuts the lips of a man on the road just a traveling Trying to find life's grand plan a bigger picture to understand One night while he's all alone He sees some head lights coming down the road Thought they'd just roll on by But the one inside the car want to watch him die Looking at that point of view we'd all agree that's a fucked up dude But I know he really feels, sometimes you're down and want to kill I hope it rains on your parade Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away So here's some hate, how does it taste Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away Oh won't you feel my pain, feel my pain away
Writer(s): George Oliver Rowe Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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