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These foolish foolish |
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Thoughts |
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Why don they go away |
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They fill me with doubt |
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And I dig my own grave |
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So I cry cry cry |
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And feel sorry for myself |
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All I wanna do is get high... |
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That's all |
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And t dig my own grave |
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I don't get it I just don't understand because we talked about it |
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We talked and talked you said you weren't that kind of man oh it |
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Makes me feel sick makes me weak in the heart and I don't |
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Know what to do because where am I supposed to get my |
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Strength you are a bad bad had bad bad boy you used to make |
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Me feel good you made my day and now you're gone you went |
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You went away I don't understand and I'm full of it all these |
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Foolish foolish foolish foolish foolish |
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Foolish foolish thoughts |
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Why don't they go away |
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They fill me with doubt |
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And I dig my own grave |
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It's a sad life |
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To feel sorry for yourself |
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Hope falls short |
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We dig our own graves |
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Now I try to look up to the bright side of things but it just |
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Doesnt seem to work you know it just makes me feel like I'm |
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Just missing out about all the good things in life and |
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Everybody's having fun I'm not I must be doing something |
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Wrong but i don't know what to do I try try try and try and try |
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And try I know if you could you're supposed to make me feel |
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Better and I don't feel better I feel worse and I don't know |
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Where you are and why am i filled with these |
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Foolish foolish thoughts |
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Why don't they go away |
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They fill me with doubt |
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And I dig my own grave |
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Dig , dig , dig |
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I dig my own grave |
