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In your little white wicker chair |
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Unsuspicious nobody cares for you |
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You're so fucked up again |
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You laugh at nothin' in the pouring rain |
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Try to tell yourself you're not insane |
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You fool, I hate you sometimes |
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Hey, you know it ain't coincidental that you're lost in place |
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It's drippin' off your face, and you're losin' your precious mind |
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Send me a postcard if you get that far |
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You got a couple pennies in your rusty jar |
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The truth you've been gone for awhile |
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It's hard lookin' at you when you look that way |
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With your one night stands and your sleep all days |
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Ooh you're such a slut sometimes |
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Hey, you know it ain't coincidental that you're lost in place |
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It's drippin' off your face, and you're losin' your precious mind |
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You're losing your mind |
