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Blood is wrong |
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But always on the corner of the tabletop |
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A bag of bones that sits and smokes |
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And laughs at all your stupid jokes |
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It's such a fuss to fall for love |
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Not fall in love |
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To fallA drug |
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So smug at first |
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Then learns the thirst |
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Gets worse and worse |
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And all your new found |
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Hope is gone |
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But all along |
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It always was |
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The same old song |
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And dance for now |
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You dance so proud |
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You sing so loud |
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You break apart |
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A work ofI hate myself so full of shits |
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A giggle fit |
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For wasting time |
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And passing by |
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I settle down |
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Into a frown |
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So many years |
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Of wearing down |
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And out of this |
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It's ludicrous to amputate |
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A simple wish because it sits |
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Just right outside appropriate |
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And yourHope is gone |
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But all along |
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It always was |
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The same old song |
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And dance for now |
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You dance so proud |
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You sing so loud |
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You break apart |
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A work of art |