| I’ve been so fucking lazy
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| Lay around feeling sick as of lately
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| Throwing up in my bed 'cause I hate me
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| But, but the swvrm is whatever it makes me
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| It makes me
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| The swvrm is whatever it makes me
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| It’s not myself that I love
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| I never gave a fuck
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| Lighting me, lighting me
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| It’s not myself that I love
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| I never gave a fuck
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| Lighting me, lighting me up
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| I’ve been trying to hold onto
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| A bit of sanity 'cause I need to
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| But the pain in my chest
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| Is alive in my head
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| And the two seem to love one another, another
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| The two seem to love one another
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| It’s not myself that I love
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| I never gave a fuck
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| Lighting me, lighting me up
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| It’s not myself that I love
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| I never gave a fuck
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| Lighting me, lighting me up
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| It’s not myself that I love
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| I never gave a fuck
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| My thoughts a trigger finger
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| Lighting me, lighting me up |