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my head is pounding, i can't stop the pounding |
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i think it is going to explode |
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and kill everybody who's in close proximity |
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to the place i call my home |
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and they'll make a moving made for tv movie |
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for lifetime all about my life |
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that ends with an epitaph, one that will make you laugh |
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that says "great mom, okay wife" |
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and it'll be funny to the people who know me |
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who know if my body's not burned |
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my soul will spend an eternity in misery |
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tethered and bound to this earth |
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so i'm not a dick or a stick in the mud |
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always ruining things for my friends |
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i mustn't forget when i see the sun set |
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that tomorrow it will rise again |
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so i tattoo instructions on my ass |
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that say "don't ever put this body in a casket |
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burn it and put the ashes in a basket |
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and throw them in the puget sound" |
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i don't ever want to be underground |
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oh no, oh no |
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i'm wearing size thirteen basketball shoes |
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and lavender fishnets, i'm freaked out and fucked up |
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and i'm standing alone in an alley with you |
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wanting to show you a cure for your hiccups |
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but instead i close my eyes |
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the needles are numbered so i'm writing you letters |
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and i cannot disguise |
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the fact that i'm nervous when we are together |
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and so i fantasize |
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that the nights'll get shorter and the days will get better |
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i feel a kick inside, inside |
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if this is a girl, i'm naming her heather |
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she'll look just like you, but her hair will be feathered |
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she'll say how you died before you ever met her |
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her hair will be feathered |
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my head is pounding, i can't stop the pounding |
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i think it is going to explode |
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there are plus and minuses to sinusitis |
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like sometimes i get to go home |
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but mostly it hurts so bad i think i'm dying |
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i just blew my nose and now i feel like crying |
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and the dreams i have are all of my past lives |
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and the seizures would paralyse me in the night |
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and i'd wake up clutching my teddy bear tight |
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and i'm drooling and trying to turn on the light |
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all i can do is hold fast and sit tight |
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but what if they forget? cause you know they just might |
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so i tattoo instructions on my ass |
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that say don't ever put this body in a casket |
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burn it and put the ashes in a basket |
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and throw them in the puget sound |
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i don't ever want to be underground |
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oh no, oh no |
