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I could be a smack freak |
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And hate society |
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I could hate God |
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And blame Dad |
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I might be in a Holocaust |
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Hate Hitler |
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Might not have a child |
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And hate school |
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I could be a sad lover |
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And hate death |
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I could be a neuro |
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And hate sweat |
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No |
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I hate my way |
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I make you in to a song |
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I can't rise above the church |
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I'm caught in a jungle |
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Vines tangle my hands |
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I'm always so hot and it's hot in here |
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I say it's all right |
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My pillow screams too |
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But so does my kitchen |
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And water |
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And my shoes |
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And the road |
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I have a gun in my head |
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I'm invisible |
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I can't find the ice |
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A slug |
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I'm TV |
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I hate |
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A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever |
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A girl was missing two fingers |
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Gerry Ann was confused |
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Mr. Huberty |
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Had a gun in his head |
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So I sit up late in the morning |
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And ask myself again |
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How do they kill children? |
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And why do I want to die? |
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They can no longer move |
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I can no longer be still |
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I hate |
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My way |