| Sometimes the fear and the alcohol
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| Paranoia and a migrane claustrophobic in the balance of my skull
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| Sometimes the plug pulls at the bass
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| At the bass note of my heart
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| Denying to ever too weary it’s turned to
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| Sometimes the nausea’s keeping in
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| Like a heart when rubber blanket clings like butter
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| While holding me sweetly
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| Sometimes we love imitating you
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| Comes in handy just when you
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| Find it oh so trendy to be stupid
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| Did you think that I would ever
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| Sink so low
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| Now you know just how far you can push
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| So I tell you to smile
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| When you see what I’ve done
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| And I’ll tell you to smile
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| When you see what I’ve done
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| Sometimes the glass and paper move or seem to take
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| So plenty of good after me look
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| Plenty of pills that might fail
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| Sometimes when your life is a wreck on the freeway
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| And everyone is watching
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| Pull the plug release the valve
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| Relax, and let them overflow
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| Did you think that I would ever
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| Sink so low
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| Now you know just how far you can push
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| So I tell you to smile
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| When you see what I’ve done
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| And I’ll tell you to smile
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| When you see what I’ve done
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| Smile
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| Smile
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| Smile
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| Did you think that I would ever
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| Sink so low
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| Now you know just how far you can push
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| So I tell you to smile
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| When you see what I’ve done
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| And I’ll tell you to smile
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| When you see what I’ve done
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| Smile
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| Smile
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| When you see what I’ve done |