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Maybe I was switched at birth |
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Or a doctor dropped me on my fontanel |
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It might explain a couple things |
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But probably not, at least not very well |
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I'm doing fine now |
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Good as ever |
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Never been better |
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Shut my mind down |
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Pulled that lever |
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Make me forget |
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A bassinet with heavy blankets |
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Maybe I'd be set afloat |
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And a lovely barren princess |
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She would pluck me like a flower from my little boat |
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I'm doing fine now |
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Good as ever |
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Never been better |
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Shut my mind down |
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Pulled that lever |
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Make me forget |
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So I won't regret it |
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Razor blades with tiny cuts |
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And the milk of kindness you bleed off |
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I feel too much and I'm sick of feeling |
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Help me hit bottom, not the ceiling |
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Maybe it's a kind of genius |
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Finding fault in everything |
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If I had a palace in utopia |
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I'd obsess on the cracks beneath the sink |
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I'm doing fine now |
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Good as ever |
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Never been better |
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Shut my mind down |
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Pull that lever |
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Make me forget |
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Make me forget |
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Good as ever |
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Never been better |
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Make me forget |
