| Talking to myself again
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| About how I’ll never win
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| I look into the mirror
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| And that’s how my day begins
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| I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind
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| Well I don’t shower
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| I’m a slob
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| I’ve gone years without a job
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| And I can’t seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob
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| Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind
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| Late at night I justify the way that I am
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| I try to pray but it’s too late
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| Because she don’t give a damn
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| If I could change just one small thing about my face
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| I’d simply just erase
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| Because I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I do some fucked up shit
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| Because I’m a fucked up twit
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| I don’t wanna kill myself
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| And don’t need no fucking drugs
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| I just revel in the sickness that comes from this holy love
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| Why’s it so hard for me to be like you
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| I’m just an animal
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| Baby aren’t we all
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| I’m full of shit and I live with it til' the day I fall
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| There’s no turning back
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| So give the devil his due
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| Late at night I justify the way that I am
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| I try to pray but it’s too late
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| Because she don’t give a damn
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| If I could change just one small thing about my face
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| I’d simply just erase
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| Because I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I do some fucked up shit
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| Because I’m a fucked up twit
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| Because I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I bet that you do too
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| I’ve got problems
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| There’s nothing we can do
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| I’ve got (??) right from wrong
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| I don’t have no protest song
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| I’m just another schmuck
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| Doing my worst to get along
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| With the man who looks like me
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| And sings these songs
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| And the lust inside my heart
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| I spew it through my art
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| I can’t control my many ticks
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| And my lifes falling apart
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| And why can’t myself and I just get along
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| Late at night I justify the way that I am
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| I try to pray but it’s too late
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| Because she don’t give a damn
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| If I could change just one small thing about my face
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| It’s simply to erase |