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Play your games with my limp joints |
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Idolize it's wet paper skin |
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Listen to the cast preach your life |
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And infest you with disease |
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Dress me up with a three piece tourniquet |
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Fuck and get under the scabs |
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Never trust what you cannot kill |
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And pretend that she respects you |
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Pursuit of liberty |
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Drags you all across this country |
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This cunt bleeding |
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Delivered me |
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The cord it stretches |
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Taught and only so far |
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Before it snaps back |
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Giving us relief |
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It's just a matter of time |
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It's just a matter of time |
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Before you fall down |
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And hurt yourself |
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Far from home |
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With no one's help |
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We will be waiting |
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But his eyes can't see the madness |
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So she can keep the rule |
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Formulate what will be that thing that makes me laugh |
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Your next manipulation |
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Of the all too friendless |
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Always seen and never noticed |
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Dipping my feet in pools of you |
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FUCK YOUMake my face only how you like it |
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Why can't you smell it hide |
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Wreck her pussy with your fist |
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She'll be your minister |
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Violate my stiff limp body |
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Only to taste my glass bloodline |
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Shove it all behind my back |
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Cauterize my open wound |
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I never needed to leave |
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To find out what makes me tick |
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I arrived by default |
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My arms three grand long |
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But not elastic enough |
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To care for insects |
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Just beyond my reach |
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It's just a matter of time |
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It's just a matter of time |
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Before I pick you up |
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And dust you off |
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Kiss the eyes |
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That make me rough |
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I will be waiting |
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I walked beside myself |
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But nothing ever changed |
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And now I walk away |
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So you can take the blame |
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Clinical distortion |
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Affects the bachelor |
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I still can't find |