Crowds - Remastered 2008

What do you want of me
 What do you long from me
 A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn
 A count, white and drawn
 What do you make of me
 What can you take from me
 Pallid landscapes off my frown
 Let me rip you up and down
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 For you I came to forsake
 Lay wide despise and hate
 I sing of you in my demented songs
 For you and your stimulations
 Take what you can of me
 Rip what you can off me
 And this I'll say to you
 And hope that it gets through
 You worthless bitch
 You fickle shit
 You will spit on me
 You will make me spit
 And when the Judas howl arise
 And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
 I'll still be here as strong as you
 And I'll walk away in spite of you
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 And I'll walk away
 Walk away
 Walk away
 Walk away
 Walk away
 Walk away
 Walk away
 Walk away
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 Away
 Away
 Away
 Away