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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Get out of your 1950's fantasy |
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Your face shines with misery transparently |
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Spew out that sobering |
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Half assed victim rhetoric |
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Make 'em all squirm |
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While they chew on it |
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It's a secret handshake |
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And a passing wink of the eye |
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As the witches bridge club weekly |
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Meets to pen the tail on the sly |
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But they never ask |
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"Why, oh why, don't we raise our voices to the sky?" |
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Instead you're mute |
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And fawn just waiting to die |
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Like some kind of hopeless housewife |
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But you can change while you're alive |
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And let 'em all know |
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At least you tried |
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To kill the demons inside |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Damn your transcendental paralysis |
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We can work together |
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And make sense of this |
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Don't be so sure |
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You can chuck it all away |
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You got to proceed |
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No matter how bad you want to stay |
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It's a natural cause |
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And a comfort zone |
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There in your head |
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And the world turns away |
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As you tap the snooze button in bed |
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But nobody can hear a word you said |
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Your history was never read |
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Instead you're mute and fawn |
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Just waiting to die |
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Like some kind of hopeless housewife |
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But you can change while you're alive |
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And let 'em all know |
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At least you tried |
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To kill the demons inside |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
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Oh me, oh my |
