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Bury me beneath the black and blue 
Love me with every inch of you 
Try to hide what you've left behind 
Make me feel I've lost my mind 

You use three fingers to find your way 
Say that I'm going to have to pay 
Too late, too fat, too this,..too that 
I've wept, I've cried, I've tried,..then sat 

I'm left with countless thoughts of you 
Left to sort for what is true 
Not the time for love or trust 
I find survival is the only must 

To take a stand, to walk on by 
Without a tear I've left to cry 
I wade through hell, I'll make it there 
It's owed to me, I've paid my fare.