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All Saints, "War Of Nerves"
While in my mouth, you're lying here
Feel that unholy grail, there's a piece of me in all he says
All kinds of mixed up inside my head, the stage fright in my own make-up
While in my mind, you're lying here
Fear that unholy dread, there's a piece of me in all he says
All kinds of weird stuff inside my head, the stage fright in my own bed, ah.
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