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What do you want of me? What do you long from me?
A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn, a count, white and drawn
What do you make of me? What can you take from me?
Pallid landscapes off my frown, let me rip you up and down
For you I came to forsake, lay wide despise and hate
I sing you my demented songs, for you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me, rip what you can off me
And this I'll say to you and hope that it gets through
You worthless bitch, you fickle shit
You will spit on me, you will make me spit
And when the Judas howl arise and like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
I'll still be here as strong as you and I'll walk away in spite of you
And I'll walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
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Part of these releases
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- Track 16 on Crackle: The Best Of Bauhaus
- 15 Burning From The Inside
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- Track 17 on In the Flat Field
- 16 God In An Alcove
- 18 Bonus Track
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- Track 17 on Singles: 1979-1983, Volume 2
- 16 Satori
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- Track 3 on Telegram Sam
- 2 Rosegarden Funeral Of Sores
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