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I'll warn you, if cornered |
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I'll scratch my way out of the pen |
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Wired, an animal |
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The claustrophobia begins |
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You think I'm scared of girls |
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Well maybe, but I'm not afraid of you |
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You wanna scare me then you'll cling to me no matter what I do |
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Tell you a secret |
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We shared a needle once or twice |
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I loved her, she loved me |
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We slept together a couple of times |
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You think I'm proud of this |
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Well maybe, but the shame you never lose |
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Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse |
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And it goes down every night |
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This must be what jail is really like |
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And I will scratch my way out of this pen, again |
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Lonely? Or maybe |
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Or maybe not, it all depends |
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Your ideal, your image |
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Your definition of a friend |
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If what you're shoveling is company |
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Then I'd rather be alone |
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Resentment always goes |
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Much further than it was supposed to go |
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And it goes down every night |
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This must be what jail is really like |
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And I will scratch my way out of this pen |
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And I will fall back into it again |
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I'll warn you, if cornered |
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I'll scratch my way out of the pen |
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Wired, an animal |
