The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me
How can they hear me say those words
And still they don't believe me
And if they don't believe now
Will they ever believe me?
I'm a tramp, I'm a tramp, But I still do my dance! I'm a vamp, I've got venomous fangs, And I kill on dance! I'm a mess, I'm a mess, a boy in distress, I fall apart but I find my freedom in the music, I bear my glory in the dark!
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