| Again, again, again
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| Done despite the consequence
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| Pin, pinned
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| I feel the pins and needles in
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| My skin, skinned
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| Sinking through unwashed linen
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| Sinking, swiftly fading out
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| I’m never gonna live this down
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| You may as well let me drown
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| I don’t expect the sympathy
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| You may as well, let me sink
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| I’m not a God, turns out I’m flesh and blood
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| Hang me up on the mattress
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| Beat til I drop, I admit it’s my fault
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| Hang me up and, let me have it
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| Uh, bad habit, uh
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| Time, time, time and time again do I return
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| Turn, turn
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| Tongue is twisted and tummy churns
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| Words, words, well I’m lost for words
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| That swiftly fade to none
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| I’m never gonna live this down
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| You may as well let me drown
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| And I don’t expect your sympathy
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| I may as well disappear
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| I’m not a God, turns out I’m flesh and blood
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| Hang me up on the mattress
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| Beat til I drop, I admit it’s my fault
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| Hang me up and, let me have it
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| Conjured a storm, circled out of control
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| Hang me up on the mattress
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| Beat til I drop, I admit it’s my fault
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| Couldn’t help my bad habit
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| Uh, bad habit, uh
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| I’m stepping down from the saddle now
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| Cause I’m not higher than animal
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| I’m defective and diagonal
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| Lay on me what you will
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| I’m not a God, turns out I’m flesh and blood
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| Hang me up on the mattress
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| Beat all you want, I admit it’s my fault
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| Hang me up and, let me have it
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| Conjured a storm, circled out of control
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| Hang me up on the mattress
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| Beat til I drop. |