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Well it's hot like ouch |
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And I'm chained to the couch |
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And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth |
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Like a thousand words |
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Circuits burst |
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Crowd screams and here comes the hearse |
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And I'm jumping now |
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Out of my chest |
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As the crowds begin to scream |
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And the winos wade into the barrooms |
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To drink away the dreams |
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And I can hear years worth of traffic |
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Outside on that dirty street |
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And I can see the lights turn |
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From red to black to blue to brown to green |
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And I been staring for so long |
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My eyes begin to bleed |
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Yes I been staring for so long |
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My eyes begin to bleed |
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When I was a young one |
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They told me I left my rights at the door |
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As I grow older this becomes true more and more |
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Now I'm just staring out that open door |
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I should be screaming |
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But I ain't got no tears no more |
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more |
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more |
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Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me |
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Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak |
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Now they're just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath |
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Tryin' to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds |
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Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit |
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It's like pull, aim, click, bang, soar and shoot |
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And the rain and wind they lick my skin |
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'Til it's freezin' smooth |
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And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds |
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Oh Yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds |
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When I was a young one |
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They told me I left my rights at the door |
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As I grow older this becomes true more and more |
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Now I'm just starin' out that open door |
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I should be screaming |
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But I ain't got those tears no more |
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more |
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more |
