| The sun is up and the shades are all pulled down
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| I’m more paranoid with every little sound
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| Like the leaf blower blowin’the leaves around
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| And a siren wailing on the other side of town
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| Oh the TV’s on and the colors really hurt my head
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| If I could think straight I’d wish I was dead
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| Or curled up naked in my lover’s bed
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| Instead I’m hanging over Hell suspended by a single thread
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| And I don’t recall who said it at this time
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| That «Your enemies grow strong on what you leave behind»
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| I built it up and the wolf he came around
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| He huffed and puffed and the house fell down
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| With a rolled-up note I’m hovering on that line
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| Three days on a diet of cocaine and wine
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| And a little weed just to level me sometime
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| I put the clock in the drawer 'cause I’ve cancelled out the time
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| So don’t knock on my door, don’t try to call
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| I’m holed up in this room and talking to the wall
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| When you’re high as this you think you know it all
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| When you’re this deep in there’s no place else to fall
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| And still that saying gets inside my mind
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| That «Your enemies grow strong on what you leave behind»
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| I built it up and the wolf he came around
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| He huffed and puffed and the house fell down |