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I go crazy, fucking crazy |
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Sitting around in the same old room |
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And when tomorrow comes, I will be gone |
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I'll be working 'til the afternoon |
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I rode the cyclone, I rode the shockwave |
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I found my heart inside my chest |
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And I was so surprised to be alive, I couldn't wait around and rest |
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Shining out ahead just a little bit further on |
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Draws me like a moth, the light of the lost |
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I go crazy, fucking crazy |
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Thinking about all the gloom and doom |
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And when tomorrow comes, I'll say I'm done |
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Drinking 'til the afternoon |
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Shining out ahead just a little bit further on |
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Draws me like a moth, the light of the lost |
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I'll follow it, I guess, but what the cost |
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I have a black cat |
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Send me M-80s |
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Cause I put a match to every fuse |
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And when they flash and bang, it's a beautiful thing |
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They always know what to do |
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I go crazy, fucking crazy |
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Worrying away at what it means |
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When all I need's some firecrackers |
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To blow it all to smithereens |
