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I feel the pain in my head, |
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I want that sleep that |
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I'm missing, |
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I'm falling all apart, |
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Oh, the nightmare that |
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I'm living and all the life that it's givin', oh, |
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I need that start... |
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Held an old friend as he died, oh what a wasted life, so don't you start, don't you start your pushin' the needle to the red. |
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Well I feel the life that |
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I'm leadin', is bringing me down and |
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I'm bleedin,' been pushed aside to die. |
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Skull and cross bones in my mind, |
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I start to believe in my own lies. |
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Oh, why did |
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I start? Held an old friend as he died, oh what a wasted life. |
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So don't you start, don't you start your pushin' the needle to the red. |
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I sit and wonder all the time, what it'd be like if |
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I could change my mind? |
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Blood drips slowly from the sky, falling down and cleansing my naked eye. |
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Break down and cry. |
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Blood shot eyes in the mirror, look at my hand it's a-quiver. |
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I'm a crumbled heap in the dark. |
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Lovin' spoonful on the table, |
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I take it quicker than |
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I am able, able to make that start. |
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Held an old friend as he died, oh what a wasted life. |
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Don't you start, don't you start, said don't you start your pushin' the needle to the red. |
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The needle to the red, oh no don't push, don't push, don't, don't, don't, don't push it. |
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Don't push. |
