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Go, sick, am I sick? |
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And for these last five years |
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I've been stuck up in here |
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It's a mess, raining dreams into society |
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Injected in your veins |
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Give me hand grenades |
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Give me razor blades |
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Give me anything |
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To make the pain go away |
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'Cause these pills don't work |
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Sometimes they make it worse |
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And now I'm slowly |
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Going down the fucking drain |
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The lights are on |
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But there's no one home |
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And I'll sit here in my dark place alone |
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Dark place alone |
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I, I don't mind |
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These side affects of this so called life |
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Now I bide, bide my time |
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To infect this world with |
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With my fucking mind |
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The lights are on |
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But there's no one home |
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And I'll sit here in my dark place alone |
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Dark place alone |
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(Alone) |
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Now I'm sick in the head |
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In the head, motherfucker |
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Like the living dead |
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Living dead, motherfucker |
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Now I'm sick in the head |
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In the head, motherfucker |
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Like the living dead |
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Living dead, motherfucker |
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Alone |
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The lights are on |
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But there's no one home |
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And I'll sit here in my dark place alone |
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Dark place alone |
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(Alone) |
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The lights are on |
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But there's no one home |
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And I'll sit here in my dark place alone |
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Dark place alone |
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Oh, no |
