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Bored to life you shower with a knife |
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You mix Ambien and motorbikes |
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She heaves a sigh in the middle of the night |
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That says come inside her and it kills the vibe |
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Bored to life you huff glue and wine |
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You paint portraits of pretty babies |
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Crying out a short bus eyes for you(wa wa wa wa) |
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You gravitate towards lovers named |
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After days you were weak and hurricanes |
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And hope that they hold you like an avalanche |
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And I hit my head and |
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I had a vision quest |
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I rode on the wings of a giant talking bat |
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Said to trust my sonar'cause happiness don't ever last |
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And I can feel it |
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Can you feel it? |
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It's like a warm |
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It's like a swarm |
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Atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us |
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I can feel it, can you feel it? |
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It's like a warm |
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It's like a swarm |
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Atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us |
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There must be something in the air |
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That's making us all go crazy here |
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Our friends are either breeding, dying, |
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Or losing all their marbles trying |
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Told me that you turn to pygmies |
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And the dark arts to ease your suffering |
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It's why your running through the bush with a tazer and a tan |
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Blame me for your bouts of sadness, |
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Blame the magic that makes the mattress |
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Melt so wonderfully with another's body in the dark |
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And I hate my head |
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So I bury it in the sand |
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If I razor cut some bangs |
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Will I forget who |
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I am?Staring at the man who's in the mirror |
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And how the fuck did |
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I live this long this way?(HelloNice to meet youCertainlyCharmedThank you) |
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Mister dagger, meet mister back, inseparable, together at last. |
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These days |
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I feel like a pariah, |
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An albatross with my feathers on fire |
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Stop and drop and roll the flames |
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But they don't slow, they just grow brighter |
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And will you help me search party for my hidden |
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Indians?The parts of me that |
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I scalped to be |
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A well-adjusted man |
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An old surgery on the fondest memories |
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That keep me bound like blackened ice |
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To motorcycle crash |
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And I pour myself a cup of mummy brown |
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And I'll carve a coffin out of tramp art that |
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I've found |
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Cut me down if you love me and let me sway if you don't |
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Stare at the man who's in the mirror |
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And how the fuck did |
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I live this long? |
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And I can feel it! |
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Can you feel it? |
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I can feel it! |
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Can you feel it? |
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I can feel it! |
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Can you feel it? |
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I can feel it! |
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Can you feel it? |
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I can feel it! |
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Can you feel it? |
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I can feel it! |
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Ahhh! |
