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From the Black album 'Water On Stone' - Film directed by David Bickley

I Hate You (Don't Leave)

I don't need your type of drip feed
I don't need your wishing well
I don't need your body count, your bump and grind, your kiss and tell
The little cuts that scar aren't why we hurt
The laughter lies that bind us are the worst
I hate you
Don't leave


I don't need your kind of trouble
I don't need your blow by blow
I don't need your sleight of hand, your whistle stop your come and go
I don't need your thick nipped fashion voodoo
The hole the poison needs is what I can't feed
I hate you
Don't leave
I don't need your feeding frenzied body bag; I am a terminator
I don't need your after day glo
I don't need your 'I can't tell'

I don't need your push and hustle
I don't need your hit and run

I don't need your incandescent scent of woman gone to hell
The little cuts that scar aren't why we hurt
The laughter lies that bind us are the worst
I hate
You
Don't leave

Words & Music -- Colin Vearncombe & Calum MacColl
© 2009 Colin Vearncombe - published by Hornall Brothers Music/Copyright Control