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Oh Lord, gimme strength Sweet Lord, gimme love Oh Lord, gimme strength Sweet Lord, gimme love I'm not your lover, I wanna be your friend But I need something

Out of the rust and out of the slime Everybody knows that he's here for mankind Toxic avenger So, would you believe the mouse to the man? No one from

I'm one of those things You save forever and never need Like an old newspaper That no one has time to read This child has grown into a dead end Since

And the funny thing is it has no end I try to call you up, at 2am In a crowded bar, your ringer tones Grab my mind I can see you through the phone, The

All dressed up, no place to run No car, no girl, no pills, no fun Nothing to do in this empty room I gotta get my head together soon Alone again, no

What's passed these hands? All these drugs and one night stands So I tremble when I think of she'd do She'd say something like: "You're no good, You're

I lost my innocence today I could feel her in my bones My bones, my bones, my bones My blood, my blood, my blood, my blood And I woke up, tired, scared

And speaking of Little Miss Catherine I feel swell, oh well Because losing you Was something I always... Did so well I guess I just can't tell anymore

Verse 1 Over indulgence in substance you require To settle down, to feel sane, the his is in your mind Veins pumping, eyes lost, hideous life of pain