9.Stigma
Holding my head up dead on my feet
Watching the earth crumble piece by piece
Feeling the breeze wash across my face
Waiting for the crack in the wall to break
I want your stigma burnt on my skin
Please wont you be my evil twin
Pick up the pieces of what went wrong
Turn it around we've been away to long
Feeling the breeze wash across my face
The book of love has my embrace
Here you are knocking on my door
Come on in I want to know the score
All in all we've been moving to slow
the crack in the walls just about to blow
I want your stigma burnt on my skin
Please wont you be my evil twin
I need your stigma burnt on my skin
Please please be my evil twin
I've been walking the streets inside my head
Kicking up dust at things unsaid
Feeling the breeze wash across my face
Watching the tides turn and break
I want your stigma burnt on my skin
Please wont you be my evil twin.
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