I want to wake up in your white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world with no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When I hate it you know I can feel
But when you love it you know it's not real
And I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On it's way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...
When I hate it I know I can feel
But when you love you know it's not real, no
When I hate it I know I can feel
But when you love you know it's not real, no
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
Shoot myself, I've been shooting you
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
Shoot myself to love you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
Shoot myself to love you
Oh, oh, oh, aaw...yea
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you...
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