الكلمات الأصلية
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Nobody smiles through a beating
Shakes off the blood and keeps playing
So what am I doing here, what am I
Smoky breath rise to the ceiling
Water stained wall paper peeling
And I am high in my mind
Where am I, where am I
We choke our insides in
And wish the outs away
We tuck our secrets in
And hold a pretty face
Nobody is glad to be kneeling
Scrubbing the walls
For diseases and I am right
In my mind, I am right
Bracing for tumors or seizures
Feeding the toilet my treatment
Where am I, where am I
We choke our insides in
And wish the outs away
We tuck our secrets in
And hold a pretty face
