| everybody’s happy
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| once in a while this seems for real
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| until the time it’s over
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| forget, taking those pills
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| they won’t change,
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| the nature of our nature
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| life’s a bitch
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| and he won’t have you telling her
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| where she will take you
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| times a line they draw* to hold us
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| to the thought the grave will hold us
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| makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms,
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| that eat the wide eye lenses
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| beauty, it needs to be ill
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| in order to feel the pain that rests beside it
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| life’s a bitch
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| and she won’t have you telling him
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| where she will take you
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| times a line they draw* to hold us
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| to the thought the grave will hold us |