| Well, I’m piss and vinegar again
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| And I hiss and I rattle and shed
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| And I encircle you like a piranha school
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| As you slowly fight your way to shore
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| Well, I’m piss and vinegar again
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| And I needed this like a new hole in the head
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| I’m hiding out in the drink, I float in waiting to sink
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| My great white teeth into your sweet bones
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| With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
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| I’ve got nowhere to run, no place left to hide
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| I got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
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| Feels like it’s raining all the time
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| Well, I’m piss and vinegar again
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| 'Cause I feel like I lost my best friend
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| And at the end of the day, once it’s all down the drain
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| I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
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| I’ve got nowhere to run, no place left to hide
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| I got a burning sensation like Clockwork Orange herbicide
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| Feels like it’s raining all the time
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| Now this supernatural disaster
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| Found me quickly but left even faster
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| Now I’m sick with the sight of the plaster
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| This old familiar ceiling is bleeding me dry
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| With an ache in my heart and a thorn in my side
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| I’ve got nowhere to run, no place left to hide
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| I got a burning sensation, like Clockwork Orange herbicide
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| Feels like it’s raining all the time |