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I read your palm in a bowl of spit |
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It's not looking good |
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Spirits low, yes life is shit |
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I thought you understood |
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You say these words, "So why just me |
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I thought I did so well" |
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You're the perfect creep that god forgot |
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See you soon in hell |
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You ask if I detest myself |
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Sometimes, yes I do |
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I try so hard to love myself |
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but mostly I hate you |
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A zombie jerk without a will |
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You'd better surface now |
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I know I am the king of the hill |
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Rather reptile than cow |
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The sky is red as I watch you fall |
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I know that you belong |
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In a green and pink room of plastic walls |
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where no light is on |
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The proper church of your empty shell |
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There is no wrong in staying |
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Home is where you hang yourself |
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Where you end the pain |
