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Unkind

Bring it on baby, what you're gettin' into
Is living on pain, the thing that's getting to you
Write my name, paint it up my picture
Says it's the only thing cause I'm not around, to be around
Beaten and battered
What if my dreams get shattered, then
Pain gives me the right to be unkind
Bring it on baby, what's with sudden devotion
 
I'd trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
You can curse my name, paint it up my picture
Say it's the last time that I'll be around, be around
Oh well I'm torn and tattered
Saw the thoughts in my head be scattered, well
Pain gives me the right right to be unkind, girl
And it sets me
Right back to the heart of it
Joan's crazy is a slight defense from it
Joan's crazy is a place I call my own, when I'm alone
 
So bring it on baby, what you're gettin' in to
Well I swear once it was the little things that mattered
But it all seems true to you
Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture
Yeah but swear the one time you need me around
To be around, I"m around right now where
I'll stand like it matters
Only once got screwed and then get scattered by the rain
And pain gives me the right to be unkind girl
And it sets me
Right back to the heart of it
Joan's crazy is a slight defense from it
Joan's crazy is a place I call my own
Right back to the heart of it
Joan's crazy is a slight defense from it
Joan's crazy is a place I call my own, when I'm alone
Right back to the heart of it
Joan's crazy yeah, Joan's crazy yeah
Joan's crazy is a place I call my own, when I'm alone, when I'm alone
When I'm alone

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