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They've heard this one a thousand times |
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Most exciting thing i do - hang half way out a third floor window, |
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Maybe throw lit cigarettes down. |
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And maybe i'll catch fire, |
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Something warm to hold me, |
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Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind. |
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All that evil shit's not hard to find |
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I guess i only claim to be nice. |
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This house is full of eyes but i can't look at anyone |
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They've seen this face a thousand times |
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Most relaxing thing i do - hang half way out a third floor window, |
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And look at rocks if i fall out, |
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And maybe i'll fall hard, |
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Something tough to break me, |
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Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain. |
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Sorry i don't even know your name |
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I guess for me it's easy this way. |
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Maybe i'll catch fire, |
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Something warm to hold me, |
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Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind. |
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All that evil shit's not hard to find |
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I guess i only claim to be nice. |
