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You are paranoid, with delusions of grandeur |
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Somehow things ain't right, there's an imbalance in your mind |
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Chain reflex is slow, anxiety neuroses set in. |
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Breaking out in sweat, was it something that |
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I said? Is your asthma flaring up? |
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Why are you so pale? |
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Hands are livid from punching holes in the wall. (Thinking someone is in your brain.) |
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You never take your medicine, that's you're always sick! |
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Looking so afraid, should |
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I call your mom, |
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I'm talking to myself, answer me, stop shaking. |
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Waiting from the ambulance, to get your some help |
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The deranged look you have, you will cut yourself |
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Don't grab that knife! |
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Why are you amputating me? |
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I am your second personality! |
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Suicide is not the alternative! |
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If your trephinate |
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I will not die, we can live together, |
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Conjoined at the cephalic. |
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I command you to obey. |
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Don't try to kill me, |
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I have my own life, |
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To separate, will be our demise! |
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Smoke some **** and relax! |
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You're going thru a great deal of stress. |
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Fetid breath reeks, go brush your teeth, |
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You should get clean, your hair is full of grease! |
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This is a song about a man, with an unnatural appendage at the skull. |
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When they have no **** they go insane, now they are stoned and get along. |
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A lucid interval will straighten this place out |
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Fighting you tore down the walls. |
