| You feel horrible, roll into a ball
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| You’re a full fool, feel like a flicker
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| In a film borrowed by a viewer for an hour
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| For a buck licking on a lollipop left
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| By your luck looking like you’re lying our love
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| While somebody’s bloody heart’s lying
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| In a puddle in the mud, wish you worry
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| 'Bout the one you call
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| The one hurry past the hole that holds the whole
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| Missing out what might have been
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| The meaning of the man might may rain right (?) I think
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| I’ve found a buyer for your fire
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| I think you think you thought you’d be with, hire me
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| I will be with you when you worked out
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| What you wanted was to work
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| All you do is crawl
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| You’re unraveling, heckling yourself head half
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| Full of hell, half chemical, half hysterical
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| Leaning out the window when your ego go away
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| Dying by your hand
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| 'Cos everybody says you can
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| Missing out what might have been the meaning of the
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| Missing out what might have been the meaning of the
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| Missing out what might have been the meaning of the
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| Missing out what might have been the meaning of the |