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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Lyricist: Silverchair
Lyrics:
Please die, Ana For as long as you're here, We're not You make the sound of laughter And sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now, somehow
Open fire On the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire On my needs desires What I need from you
Imagine pageant In my head The flesh seems thicker Sandpaper tears corrode the film
And I need you now, somehow
Open fire On the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire On my needs desires What I need from you
And you're my obsession I love you to the bones And Ana wrecks your life Like an anorexia life
Open fire On the needs designed On my knees for you Open fire On my needs desires What I need from you
Open fire On the needs designed Open fire On my needs designed On my knees for you
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