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I felt the blisters |
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Below the words |
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A universe waiting to explode |
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And I felt the words crawl out of my skull |
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And now you know |
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Exactly what you should |
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Don't bother pretending I seem fine |
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I like that I'm a mess |
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I can't stand it much longer in my head |
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I think it's time for bullets |
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Became so-so suicidal |
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And now I know the ugly from the good |
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Don't bother pretending I seem fine |
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I like that I'm a mess |
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I can't stand it much longer in my head |
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I think it's time for bullets |
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Don't bother pretending I seem fine |
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I'm trying to confess |
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I can't stand it much longer in my head |
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But it's not time for bullets |
