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Tearing out my hair |
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on a bedroom floor |
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empty all the meds |
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never anymore |
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for sure |
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throbbing in my flesh |
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breaking out in scarlet sores |
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therapy I've been enslaved |
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I think I'll medicate this rage |
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So now I've crossed the line |
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(tearing out my on a bedroom floor) |
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Fixing up the drugs |
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with a tiny flame |
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put 'em in my lungs |
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and forget my name |
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I blame my parents for molesting me |
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with self-fulfilling prophecies |
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the teacher for indulging me |
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his shit dressed up in fury, fear and shame |
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So now I've crossed the line |
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(put 'em in my lungs, forget my name) |
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High and I'll drive |
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I'll get high and I'll drive |
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If I were the keys |
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then where would I be |
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if it's up to me |
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then I will be free |
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if I were the keys |
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then where would I be |
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if it's up to me |
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then I will be free |
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yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
