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Texty: Metric. Grow Up And Blow Away. Torture Me.

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Get the rope, tie me to the bedpost.
Because I can't find within myself the happy host
If I find my piece of mind, torture me
If I seem too serene, torture me

Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me)
Hit me with the way they're flaunted (with all I've wanted)
When I am surrounded (torture me)
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted

Bring me meat, bring me fire, one backless strapless copper thread gown, giddy kitty gut twine.
Bring turpentine, I can't stand by high streets that fight the bland,
I've got to bite the hand; so if i find a piece of mind, torture me.
If I seem too serene, torture me.

(Torture me with all I've wanted, When I am surrounded)

Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me)
Hit me with the way they're flaunted (with all I've wanted)
When I am surrounded (torture me)
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted

Torture me with all I've wanted (torture me)
Hit me with the way they're flaunted (with all I've wanted)
When I am surrounded (torture me)
Torture me with all I've wanted
Torture me with all I've wanted

(Torture me with all I've wanted, When I am surrounded
When I am surrounded
When I am surrounded)