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You are paranoid with delusions of grandeur |
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Somehow things ain't right |
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There's an imbalance in your mind |
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Chain reflex is slow, anxiety neuroses set in |
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Breaking out in sweat |
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Was it something that I said? |
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Is your asthma flaring up? Why are you so pale? |
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Hands are livid from punching holes in the wall |
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(Thinking someone is in your brain) |
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You never take your medicine |
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That's you're always sick |
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Looking so afraid, should I call your mom? |
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I'm talking to myself, answer me, stop shaking |
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Waiting from the ambulance |
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To get your some help |
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The deranged look you have |
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You will cut yourself |
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Don't grab that knife |
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Why are you amputating me? |
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I am your second personality |
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Suicide is not the alternative |
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If your trephinate I will not die |
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We can live together |
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Conjoined at the cephalic |
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I command you to obey |
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Don't try to kill me, I have my own life |
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To separate, will be our demise |
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Smoke some weed and relax |
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You're going through a great deal of stress |
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Fetid breath reeks |
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Go brush your teeth |
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You should get clean |
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Your hair is full of grease |
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This is a song about a man |
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With an unnatural appendage at the skull |
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When they have no weed they go insane |
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Now they are stoned and get along |
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A lucid interval will straighten this place out |
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Fighting, you tore down the walls |
