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		Acid I can still feel your skin melt away from me Like drops of acid. And in between I always thought that you would go But either way it seems I should have known That you would blow... Away from me. I leave me pure and stripped away And lick my wounds until they bleed. Some find comfort in predictability; How I envy them, How I hate them all! Here and there I should have known that you would go But all the while I always thought that would blow. I leave you pure and stripped away. You've licked my wounds until you bleed on me. You found comfort in predictability; And how I envy you, How I hate you! I can still feel your skin melt away from me Like drops of acid.