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Day after day I comb my brain |
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Searching for words which sound the same |
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Choosing these words and making them fit |
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Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense |
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If they don't, don't blame me |
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I'm exploring my identity |
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I set the stage for the anonymous play |
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Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way |
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So, if you should turn on me |
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It's because you don't understand |
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And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture |
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Of a shattered man |
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I'm searching |
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My own mind |
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It's my latest, greatest |
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Most fabulous find |
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I had to explore everything |
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All the drugs and drink |
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Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink |
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Lived in jail for a thousand or more years |
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Got lost for fifteen million more at Sears |
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Never know what I might do next |
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Destroy myself |
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Discover death |
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Searching (x2) |
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I'm searching |
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My own mind |
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It's my latest, greatest |
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Most fabulous find |
