Tortured

Otep

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and eye was like 13.
and it was a Sunday morning eye think,
and eye think both my parents were still asleep,
eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day
[don't stop] [don't stop]
and eye turned over
and there he was
[my beloved] [my beloved] holding a pillow he smelled of sweat & regret, and he said...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Composition: R. Patterson and Otep Shamaya

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