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They don't love you anymore |
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Blood trails black nails |
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Leave a light on |
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And put a key in the back door |
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Yeah, they're laughing at you |
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They're not laughing with you |
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It's another guilt slip |
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On my Freudian trip |
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And I think the jokes on me |
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Bad seeds grow weeds |
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Crispin Glover |
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I wish you were on my TV |
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Girl Bruise Sad News |
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On her birthday |
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Turn the channel and you'll see |
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That they're laughing at us |
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They're not laughing with us |
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And I think the jokes on me |
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Just another guilt slip |
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On my Freudian trip |
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As we choke on the irony |
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Yeah, they're laughing at us |
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They're not laughing with us |
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And God damn the jokes on me |
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Just another drug slip |
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On my Pagan field trip |
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Are you saint or celebrity |
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Crispin Glover save us all |