Now everything you're telling me rips me up
I swear I wish I'd make myself shut you up
I've got a list here of things we talked about
The ugliness you see's just me inside out

And what I just don't know
Is what I think about it
I don't know at all
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Inside Out Lyrics

Screeching Weasel – Inside Out Lyrics