Sore
Come home in new order I
Found manic disorder I
Caught life in crude slide I
Know I have to lose my pride
Need someone to talk to I
Need someone to walk to I
Need love in a final stage I
Know I have to hide my rage
Now
Don't want any mansion
Don't want any false controle
Don't want any tension
Don't want any f*cking to get lost
Don't want any buying
Don't want any crying anymore
Don't want any lying
Don't want my bowels to get
Sore
They get sore
Come home in new order you
Have got a new border you
Found love in a new way but
Don't know what it means today
What does it mean today?
Don't want any dancing
Don't want any outer charm
Don't want any fencing
Don't want me to keep you on the run
Don't want any leaving
Don't want you to hide behind the door
Don't want any feeling
Don't want our bowels to get
Sore
It gets sore
Sore
I need no one to admit what I did
They sang it all loud
They sang it all out
Don't want any buying
Don't want any outer charm
Don't want any lying
Don't want our silence to get
Sore
It gets sore
It gets sore
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