| Take me to church 'cause I’m hollowed
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| And strip off my clothes, now that I’m all show
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| And it feels kinda hazy, blowing all this smoke
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| Bathing in paranoia on the bathroom floor
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| What if everything you love is a disorder?
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| And knowing who you are is such a torture
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| You can piss on my grave when I go
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| Lacerate me right down to the bone
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| Take me down with a permanent dose
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| And you will trust you’ve seen a ghost
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| Will you hold all my calls, no need for hellos
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| I stay out of touch, 'cause touch feels to close
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| What if everything you love is a disorder?
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| And you don’t have to die to be a martyr
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| You can piss on my grave when I go
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| Lacerate me right down to the bone
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| Take me down with a permanent dose
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| And you will trust you’ve seen a ghost
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| I’m talking pretty now
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| I’m changing all my words
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| I’m talking pretty now
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| I learned to caress my nerves
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| I’m talking pretty now
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| I just wanted you to know
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| I just wanted you to know
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| Now let it go
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| Everything you’ve ever known
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| Let it go
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| You can piss on my grave when I go
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| Lacerate me right down to the bone
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| Take me down with a permanent dose
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| And you will trust you’ve seen a ghost |