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I eat my trazodone and go to bed |
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Wake up in the morning with holes in my head |
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My friend's a doctor |
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He tells me I'm fine |
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As long as I don't eat 'em all of the time |
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There's a man |
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In my dreams |
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He's silhouetted by the dawn's soft gleam |
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He lights a smoke |
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He shows his teeth |
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He tells me "Son, I'm the devil you feed." |
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Here's the problem with the devil though |
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I guess I just don't believe |
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His eyes burn red and admits a grin |
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He asks "Son, will you follow me?" |
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Then the man's face starts to change |
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All of a sudden he looks just like me |
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Somehow I've seen this all before |
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Exactly where I'm not so sure |
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Or is it when? |
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I couldn't say |
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Time and space tend to disagree |
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Then I wake |
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From my sleep |
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I floss the trazodone from my teeth |
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I take a shower and I comb my hair |
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I trim my beard then I look in the mirror |
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And I almost can't believe my eyes |
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My mouth opened wide, paralyzed in fear... |
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Oh look at the martyr |
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He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror |
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Some claim it was murder |
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They saw the devil in his bed with his lover |
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You all hate a martyr |
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You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror |
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Her motive was murder |
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Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever |
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You're right my heart it was a desert |
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You're right you're love was the drink |
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I wouldn't take one goddamn sip so I could die or go to sleep |
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No, no, no |
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So she burned me like coal |
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'Cause killers like her, they don't never let you go |
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I love the worst kind of criminals |
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The kind that eat your heart |
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The kind that steal your soul |
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Oh look at the martyr |
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He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror |
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Some claim it was murder |
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They saw the devil in his bed with his lover |
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You all hate a martyr |
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You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror |
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Her motive was murder |
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Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever |
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Laying there with a ghost in my mouth |
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Andy tells me to spit her out |
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Oh Laur, I want to spit you out |
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Laying there with the ghost in my mouth |
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Andy tells me to spit her out |
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Oh Laur... I want to spit her out |
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Everything that you said to me |
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All the words that you said to me |
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Everything that you said to me was make believe |
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Just make believe |
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Everything that you said to me |
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All the words that you said to me |
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Everything that you said to me was make believe |
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Just make believe |