| funeral-flavored cigarette in the morning
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| reminds me of a bad memory and also causes vomiting
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| brain, clear your mind
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| and I'll be fine
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| alcohol exaggerates feelings
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| we're not together, we're just dealing
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| stop making sense of these sentences
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| my lines are rigmarole
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| it's just my style
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| incomprehensible
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| I don't think that I'm in true love
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| I think I feel nothing at all
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| too ashamed of my home to let her come over
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| my apartment's just a hole in the wall
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| I don't think that I'm in true love
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| cause true love knows no shame
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| I'm ashamed I'm alone
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| I'm afraid of my home
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| my apartment's just a hole in the wall
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| it's just hell of a hole
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| we always search for new impressions
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| running away in different directions
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| sunbathing on the beach
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| freezebathing in Moskva
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| my lines are rigmarole
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| it's just my style
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| it's incomprehensible
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| my feet are longing for H2O
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| my hands can't wait to be buried in sand
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| I don't think that I'm in true love
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| I think I feel nothing at all
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| too ashamed of my home to let her come over
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| my apartment's just a hole in the wall
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| I don't think that I'm in true love
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| cause true love knows no shame
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| I'm afraid and I'm alone
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| I'm ashamed of my home
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| my apartment's just hell of a hole
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| thinking of this thing is stupid
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| I'm shot by drunk Cupid
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| now I hate our music
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| I hate music |