| She likes to sleep with the radio on So she can dream of her favorite song
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| The one that no one has ever sung since she was small
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| She’ll never know that she made it up She had a soul and we ate it up Thrown away like a paper cup
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| The music falls
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| The only flaw in her detailed plan
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| Is where she wins back the love of her man
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| Everyone knows that he’s never coming back
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| He took her heart and she took his name
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| He couldn’t stand taking all the blame
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| He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked
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| Won’t it be dull when we rid ourselves
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| Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company
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| In the dream I refuse to have
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| She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath
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| We’re left to deal with the aftermath again
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| On behalf of humanity
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| I will fight for your sanity
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| How profound such profanity can be Won’t it be dull when we rid ourselves
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| Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company
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| Won’t it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we’re supposed to feel
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| But never seem to be Near where I live there’s a viaduct
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| Where people jump when they’re out of luck
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| Raining down on the cars and trucks below
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| They’ve put a net there to catch their fall
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| Like it’ll stop anyone at all
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| What they don’t know is when nature calls, you go They say that Jesus and mental health
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| Are just for those who can help themselves
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| But what good is that when you live in hell on earth?
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| From the very fear that makes you want to die
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| Is just the same as what keeps you alive
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| It’s way more trouble than some suicide is worth
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| Won’t it be dull when we rid ourselves
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| Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company
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| Won’t it be odd to be happy like we Always thought we’re supposed to feel
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| But never seem to be Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs
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| My hands were tied and the phone was bugged |