| Why you always gotta keep your thoughts to yourself?
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| Why you always feel like you are bad for my health?
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| Going round in circles as we torture ourselves
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| Play the game, make it up
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| Take the pain, break it up
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| We already know where this is going
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| But there’s only so much that we’re showing
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| Living in the moment
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| Quick to leave another promise broken
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| But somehow my door’s always open
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| I wanna be your little object
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| I wanna shiver when our bodies make contact
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| Are we having fun yet?
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| Drop dead is what it ends in
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| Why are we pretending?
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| I take it with a grain of salt which you turn into assault with a vengeance
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| We ain’t on the same page, no likes
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| I ain’t even in your mentions bitch
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| Relationship status: married to a patient with a chemical inbalance
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| The lunatic
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| Is in my head
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| Brain damage (Syd barrett)
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| Straight acid (Miscarriage)
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| Stay added (Brake never)
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| Take that
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| Payback
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| Oh, P. S:
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| I wrote a letter that I tore apart
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| Same way you went along and pulled my heart out of my chest
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| I gotta confess I wasn’t loyal to you either
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| Spoiled little princess
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| How did I believe her?
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| Now i’m looking in the mirror at a stranger
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| Hidden in the hoody of my Klim windbreaker
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| I gotta face that I should take a break
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| With these stomach aches coming in waves
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| Love is hate and the money makes happy, man
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| I guess my mum would say, «that's a bloody waste Frankie!»
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| And then they ask me why I stay angry
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| I think the whole world should thank me
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| Kissing both ass cheeks
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| In a shell, in a spell
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| Kiss and tell
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| Flip a coin into the wishing well
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| But when we in a cell, mentally
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| Sleeping with the enemy
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| The only way to free this fucking energy is when we
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| SCREAM (?)
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| Why you always gotta keep your thoughts to yourself?
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| Why you always feel like you are bad for my health?
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| Going round in circles as we torture ourselves
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| Why you always feel like you are bad for my health? |