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Woke in a ditch where the bitches grin to the sound of the present tense |
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How many sound checks can a man ignore before he turns into a shadow of himself? |
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I've got nothing left but an autograph and the strangest sense of doubt |
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I think the name belongs to me |
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But someone else is living with it |
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I am the least of your problems |
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But I don't mind |
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Fell on myself with the tender touch and the shame of the indiscreet |
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How many hand jobs can a man enjoy till he forms into a puddle at his feet? |
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I got things to say in a plastic voice that I learned on the way to hell |
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Again the point of missing you |
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No one else will do it for me |
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I am the least of your problems |
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But I don't mind |
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Draw it out as long as you can bear it |
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Fight it out |
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Fight it out |
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Fight it out the misery is glorious |
