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My Skin

"I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable.

I'm a slow dying flower in the frost killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable.

I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness
Oh, I need this.

I need a lullaby
A kiss goodnight
Angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this.."

- Natalie Merchant