| I’m a victim of an old regime
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| I was promised gold by a silver screen
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| I can’t continue, I’m running on fumes
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| I’m done with the drugs
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| I’m sick of this room
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| Then you’re the pesticide on me
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| With no mouth you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| Then you’re the pesticide on me
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| With no mouth you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe
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| There’s a puddle and a missing tooth
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| I threw up blood in the fountain of youth
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| I don’t have a place, I don’t have a home
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| I take my meds, I live through my phone
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| Then you’re the pesticide on me
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| With no mouth you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| Then you’re the pesticide on me
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| With no mouth you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe
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| Shoot them all, let me sort them all out
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| Let me sort them out
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| Then you’re the pesticide on me
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| With no mouth you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| Then you’re the pesticide on me
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| If I’m a flower in your dustbin
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| With no mouth you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe |