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Shit! |
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Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance. |
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Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me. |
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I am full of indifference. |
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What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) |
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And what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry? |
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Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful. |
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Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful. |
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Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile) |
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Taste. I have no taste. |
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I don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound, |
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Sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic. |
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So go choke on your irony. |
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What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) die |
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And what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry? |
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Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful. |
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Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful. |
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Futile, the futile, the futile so |
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I'm eating rat poison for dinner. |
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Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone, |
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Tonight, rat poison for dinner. |
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Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone, |
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So goodnight. |
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Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it. |
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I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool. |
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I'm leaking the blood of a fool. (I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full.) |
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Rat poison for dinner, |
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Pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone. |
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Tonight. Rat poison for dinner, |
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Pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone. |
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Tonight. |
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Oh I am dining alone. |
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Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. |
