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I had wrists donning slits |
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Flowing constantly |
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My broken body in a wreck |
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Wrapped around a tree |
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A crosswalk hit and run |
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The finish line for me |
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People clutter in the gutter |
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Take a look and see |
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[Chorus] |
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No escaping pain |
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You belong to me |
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Clinging on to life |
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By the skin o' my teeth |
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My blood flows through the streets |
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Deluge from the wounds |
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Empty jars of sleeping pills |
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On the dresser in my room |
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My wet brain neighbor cranes |
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His neck to see in time |
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The white light's a train |
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Bearing down on me |
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[Chorus] |
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I won't feel the hurt |
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I'm not trash any longer |
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That that doesn't kill me |
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Only makes me stronger |
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I need a ride to the morgue |
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That's what 911 is for |
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So, tag my toe and don't forget |
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Ooh to close the drawer |
