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Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town |
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The bar is always closed and all the hookers are long gone |
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The church is entertaiment and prozac is the drug |
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I'm going out of my mind, start changing it around |
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I got gallons of blood |
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Can't remember where it's from |
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Just clippings on the wall |
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I guess it's stuff that I have done |
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I've gotta paint this town red! |
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Autoerotic, I'm bored and all neurotic |
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Just sitting around all day just planning how to die |
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Wasting time, cracking fingers |
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My body gets thinner by the minute |
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Sometimes I feel that I am dead |
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Distant memories haunt me |
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It really seems like a dream |
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Like a dead man's song |
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A machine with no conscience |
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I've gotta paint this town red! |
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Like a dead man's song |
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I'm just a souped-up machine with no conscience |
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Like a dead man's song |
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Living in a dirty hick town |
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I've gotta paint this town red! |
