| everyone around you suffocates, think i don’t believe in god,
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| every little pill that helps you think, makes my mind a social fault,
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| i can take a million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay,
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| all the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn’t grey.
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| well i have gone insane, and i’m the one to blame,
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| there’s no one left but me, and i’m not here.
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| all the plastic people live for me, but their hearts were made for doom,
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| everyone around thinks i’m insane, but the path i chose was sore,
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| i can take a million fucking freaks, blow 'em up and make you pay,
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| all the plastic clowns have taken me, to the moon that wasn’t grey,
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| can you give back to god what brought you here?
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| everyone around you suffocates, think i don’t believe in god,
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| everyone around you thinks i’m insane, but the drugs have made me grey. |