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You can’t change; Neither can I; We’re never gonna do it So don’t even try. Miss Beloved: Creator of all, A person of the back, A flower of the wall. Leave my mind alone. Leave my heart as is. Leave my mind alone, For nothing’s as deranged as this. Wallflower: Someone seen around; Someone who thinks But won’t make a sound. Only in her arms, Only by herself. Wrapped in diversions, In her own little Hell. Leave my mind alone. Leave my heart as is. Leave my mind alone, For nothing’s as deranged as this. Wall Wallflower, Come back, darling; I wanna make you how you used to be. Wall Wallflower, Come back, darling; I promise not to make you how I used to be. Leave my mind alone. Leave my heart as is. Leave my mind alone, For nothing’s as deranged as this. You can’t change; Neither can I; We’re never gonna do it So don’t even try. Night of the Living Dead’s on TV It’s not what I’d us’lly Watch, you’re right, But for tonight, Well, Hell . . . |
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 A strange, somber mid-tempo piece which features music and lyrics (as well as eerie, living dead background vocals) by Frieders and Brooks.  Matt Alison - Drums / Joel Frieders - Bass, Lead & Rhythm Guitars & Background Voxes |
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