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I had visions, I was in them; |
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I was looking into the mirror |
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To see a little bit clearer |
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The rottenness and evil in me. |
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Fingertips have memories |
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Mine can't forget the curves of your body |
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And when I feel a bit naughty |
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I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes |
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(but no one ever does) |
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I'm not sick but I'm not well |
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And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell. |
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Been around the world and found |
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That only stupid people are breeding |
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The cretins cloning and feeding |
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And I don't even own a TV |
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Put me in the hospital for nerves |
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And then they had to commit me |
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You told them all I was crazy |
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They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee, God damn you |
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I'm not sick but I'm not well |
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And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell |
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I'm not sick but I'm not well |
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And it's a sin to live so well |
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I wanna publish 'zines |
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And rage against machines |
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I wanna pierce my tongue |
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It doesn't hurt, it feels fine |
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The trivial sublime |
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I'd like to turn off time |
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And kill my mind |
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You kill my mind, mind |
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Paranoia, paranoia |
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Everybody's coming to get me |
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Just say you never met me |
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I'm running underground with the moles (digging holes) |
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Hear the voices in my head |
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I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring; |
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But if you're bored, then you're boring. |
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The agony and the irony: they're killing me (whoa). |
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I'm not sick but I'm not well |
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And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell |
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I'm not sick but I'm not well |
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And it's a sin to live this well |
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(one, two, three, four) |
