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Bad bills and cherry bombs |
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Are falling out of my head |
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I'm sitting before you but |
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I'm deadYou got something |
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I want now, honey |
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But it ain't what |
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I needJust tell the doctor, let it bleed |
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I'm sick of my own shit, darlin' |
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I can't take no more |
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Drag me out of my coma to the floor |
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I'm all out of nothing |
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There's nothing today |
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A burnt out magician |
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With nothing to say |
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I've got my pick of the floppers, that's right |
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They're down at the store |
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But they ain't got a heart beat |
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Give me more, yeah, yeah |
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I'm sick of the bullshit, baby |
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I won't take no more |
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Drag me out of my coma to the floor |
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I'm all out of nothing |
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There's nothing today |
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A burnt out magician |
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With nothing to say |
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Who wants a miracle? |
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Who wants to know? |
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I'm all out of nothing |
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With nowhere to go |
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The storm's coming from miles away |
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Will be much different than yesterday |
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Call out, baby and call out loud |
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Your head's too cool to get lost in the crowd |
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I'm sick of the bullshit, baby |
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I can't take no more |
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Drag me out of my coma to the floor |
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I'm all out of nothing |
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There's nothing today |
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A burnt out magician |
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With nothing to say |
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Who wants a miracle? |
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Who wants to know? |
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I'm all out of nothing |
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With nowhere to go |
