| 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,
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| 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’ve 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,
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| Once it’s all down the drain,
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| I’ll be fine.
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| 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’ve 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 no where to run, no place left to hide.
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| I’ve got a burning temptation like clockwork orange herbacide.
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| Feels like it’s raining all the time. |