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I died inside when I realized you didn't love me
Won't somebody tell me where to go Won't somebody show me how to roll I guess you're a collector...
Where do you put these people? Tell me where do they go? As you lie in your bed One more year old
You must be a collector
But I don't believe in your radio heart Just how many skins do you think you can shed? Do you really believe you have that much control on what's up ahead?
It must be tiring being a collector
It must be lonely being a collector
I died inside when I realized you didn't love me...
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