| I just counted in my head how many people in this room
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| I’m talking to that I would never give the time
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| Here we are, all being vain and looking at ourselves
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| In mirrors very closely nodding straight up in a line
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| All the funny little stories that are told
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| Are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
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| But I’m a whore and I’m exploring territory where the party and the pussy
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| Both are numbered with a dime
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| I’ve been thinkin' that this frozen glow I’ve chosen
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| Is a candidate to lead me to a very sudden end
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| Another room up in the tombs of lovely substance
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| Where the grave diggers are shoveling that dirt up in her heads
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| The very fact is that I’m sitting here with zombies talking endlessly
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| But couldn’t tell you one thing that was said
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| I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers
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| Who would sooner kill themselves than give a fuck if I were dead
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| I just realized the tragedy of this
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| Is that her hand is on my leg and she so clearly wants to fuck
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| And though I’m wired, and I would certainly oblige
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| I can’t continue getting high and then confusing it for lust
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| I’m not an angel, but the baggie we unfolded
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| And just split to give a lick is dripping out me colored rust
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| And you seem nice but I still hate you for the moment
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| Cause I’m too smart to be open, this is artificial trust
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| I’ve been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore
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| We’ve run the gamut of our filth
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| But here I am again, pretending spontaneity exists with idiots
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| All lifted out their little gills
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| Aren’t you disturbed that everything you did tonight is something else you did
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| already
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| And its meaning is still nill
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| And all the people in your presence are just weapons
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| It’s as simple as the theory that the dying love to kill
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| Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
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| Everybody here is so alive
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| Oh, what a night
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| Oh, what a night
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| Oh, what a night
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| You would tell me if I was crazy, right?
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| I’ve been wondering how arrogant it is for me to keep doing the things
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| That killed so many that we know (Know know know)
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| I’ve been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence
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| Just as soon as someone goes
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| We change the channel for a week or so of cleansing and reflecting on ourselves
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| But then it’s back to that old show
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| I hear the cackles of the crowd, they’re laughing at us
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| And we haven’t even gotten to the part where it’s a joke |