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If my senses won't come to me |
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I better come to my senses |
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But I can't |
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I'm too scared of being scared |
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Like saving cancer-mice from labs |
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Or half-eaten flies from cobwebs |
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No sense of reality |
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Or of concequence |
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Come come... |
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Oh don't bother |
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I'll just embrace myself |
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And while |
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I'm at it |
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I'll just lift myself up by the hair |
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I'm not here |
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So you've all gathered here |
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To knock some sense into me |
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Go away, can't you see |
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I'm busy Dying of fear of dying? - |
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Imagine what the world would be like if everyone were to think like you |
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Well, they don't so shut up |
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Well I've got a candied heart |
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But I'm afraid to use it |
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So what more can |
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I do Than entertain my demons |
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In this comic tragedy called life |