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Shout until my throat just scrapes |
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Bash my head against the wall |
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Pull my fingernails right out |
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Cast my troubles out to sea |
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In the sticks and the stones |
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Rows of well-lighted homes |
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Pass the places we've lived |
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Throw my body down these stairs |
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Waterboard myself to sleep |
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Never want to be denied |
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Made a letterbomb to myself |
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In the sticks and the stones |
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Rows of well-lighted homes |
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Pass the places we've lived |
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Pull my fingernails right out |
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Cast my troubles out to sea |
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In the sticks and the stones |
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Rows of well-lighted homes |
