I`ve got a delicate mind I`ve got a dangerous nature And my fist collides With your furniture I`ve got a delicate mind I`ve got a dangerous nature And my fist collides With your furniture I`m an electric wire And I`m stuck inside your head I`m a hungry Mohican I`ve got a razor blade smile So don`t come near me I`ve got a singular style Fifteen senses Are on my plate All the things You love to hate I`m an electric wire And I`m stuck inside your head Where I go to no one knows Find me where the cold wind blows Regrets Black is red and red is white In this country I do what I like Regrets (That`s right that`s right..)
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