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Let's get fucked up and die |
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I'm speaking figuratively of course |
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Like the last time that I committed suicide |
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Social suicide |
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Yeah, so I'm already dead |
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On the inside but I can still pretend |
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With my memories and photographs |
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I have learned to love the lie |
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I wanna know what it's like to be awkward |
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And innocent, not belligerent |
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I wanna know how it feels to be useful |
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And pertinent and have common sense, yeah |
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Let me in, let me in to the club |
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'Cause I wanna belong and I need to get strong |
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And if memory serves |
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I'm addicted to words and they're useless |
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In this department |
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Let's get fucked up and die |
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I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie |
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And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode |
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I'm about to explode |
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I'm a mess, I'm a wreck |
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I am perfect and I have learned to accept |
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All my problems and short comings |
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'Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept |
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I wanna thank you for being a part |
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Of my forget-me-nots and marigolds |
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And all the things that don't get old |
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Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know |
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It's the only way I have learned to express myself |
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Through other peoples' descriptions of life |
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But I'm afraid, I'm alone and entirely useless |
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In this department |
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Let's get fucked up and die |
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For the last time with feeling we'll try not to smile |
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As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights |
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That still shock and surprise |
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I believe that I can overcome this |
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And beat everything in the end |
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But I choose to abuse for the time being |
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Maybe I'll win but for now I've decided to die |
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Sister, soldier, you've been |
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Such a positive influence on my mental frame |
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If I could ever repay you, I would |
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But I'm hard up for cash |
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And my memory lacks initiative |
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Goddamn, the liquor store's closed |
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We were so close to scoring |
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It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills |
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I am tired and hungry and totally useless |
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In this department |
