| This ain’t no Armageddon sunrise
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| This ain’t no Hiroshima bomb
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| This ain’t no mushroom cloud laying mother.
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| This ain’t no time space continuum.
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| Suicide was once my valentine
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| Now she’s laying beside me under the sun
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| It’s no longer cheap to get a proper high
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| Hit the streets and ask anyone
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| I eat Hexes for breakfast
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| Join Sinners for dinner
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| As the baboons grow louder
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| My patience grows thinner
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| Silver bullets in the messenger
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| Before he can speak
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| of some horrid abominations
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| And the plight of the meek
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| Suicide was once my valentine
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| Now she’s laying beside me under the sun
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| It’s no longer cheap to get a proper high
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| Hit the streets and ask anyone
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| I sit and stare at the phone
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| Inside my head no one’s home
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| The dog is chewing his bones
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| and in my head no one’s home
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| I say your name over and over repeating
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| On bloodied knees, I’m begging and pleading
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| To a God that stares at me through the ceiling
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| Answer my prayers, anoint me a healing
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| I sit and stare at the phone
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| Inside my head no one’s home.
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| The doctor ordered what?
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| A spoonful won’t do?
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| 20 milligrams of Xanax
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| in the witches brew
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| Bull whip the synapse
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| To survive the 9 to 5
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| Wife and kids, white picket fence
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| You made your hell, now lay in it
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| Suicide was once my valentine
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| Now she’s laying beside me under the sun
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| It’s no longer cheap to get a proper high
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| Hit the streets and ask anyone |