| Dear diary, what have I done? |
| Am I trippin’or am I alive?
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| Once I’ve decided I’ve got stories to tell
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| No way in hell was that just another muthafuckin’dream
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| Doesn’t matter cuz I already know how it feels to WAKE UP WITH
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| Yeaaah! |
| Body like a roadmap of pain
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| Oh, yeaah! |
| Mind like a landfill of shame
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| Tie my rope one more time
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| Dear diary, had I known what I told you last night
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| I would’ve never walked up tonight there to start another fight
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| Banging my head on concrete wall, while knockin’on wood
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| Thinking it that’s gonna do any good when I WAKE UP WITH
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| Yeaaah!
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| Body like a roadmap of pain
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| Just twice! |
| Mind like a landfill of shame
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| TIE MY ROPE
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| Tell me once, I decline, I refuse to learn
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| Shoot me twice but I’m not going down
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| I will climb the rope you tie for me Beat me up while I’m still alive
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| Tell me once, I decline, I refuse to learn
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| Shoot me twice but I’m not going down
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| I will climb the rope you tie for me Beat me up while I’m still alive
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| Tell me once, I decline, I refuse to learn
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| Shoot me twice but I’m not going down
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| I will climb the rope you tie for me Beat me up while I’m still alive |