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You wear me like a jumper torn to shredsWith my threads coming undone and fraying at the ends.I'd rather you cut off my arms and legsAnd leave me there with my pride spilling from my lips.I'd like ten quiet minutes to clear my head.We were never gonna mend The past already poisonedRead it cause it's writtenAnd I'm oh so sure that you can't change itI guess I'll take the bait (test me)I'm always one for change (test me)I'd rather leave than stay (test me)Cause you're my enemyI'd like ten quiet minutes to clear my head,So save your breath. Save your breath. Aus Songtexte Mania