| I had visions, I was in them
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| I was looking into the mirror
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| To see a little bit clearer
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| The rottenness and evil in me
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| Fingertips have memories
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| Mine can’t forget the curves of your body
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| And when I feel a bit naughty
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| I run it up the flagpole and see
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| Who salutes, but no one ever does
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| I’m not sick but I’m not well
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| And I’m so hot 'cause I’m in hell
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| Been around the world and found
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| That only stupid people are breeding
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| The cretins cloning and feeding
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| And I don’t even own a TV
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| Put me in the hospital for nerves
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| And then they had to commit me
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| You told them all I was crazy
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| They cut off my legs
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| Now I’m an amputee, goddamn you
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| I’m not sick but I’m not well
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| And I’m so hot 'cause I’m in hell
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| I’m not sick but I’m not well
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| And it’s a sin to live so well
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| I wanna publish 'zines
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| And rage against machines
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| I wanna pierce my tongue
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| It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine
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| The trivial sublime
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| I’d like to turn off time
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| And kill my mind
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| You kill my mind
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| Mind
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| Paranoia, paranoia
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| Everybody’s comin' to get me
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| Just say you never met me
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| I’m runnin' underground with the moles
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| Diggin' holes
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| Hear the voices in my head
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| I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring
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| But if you’re bored then you’re boring
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| The agony and the irony
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| They’re killing me, whoa
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| I’m not sick but I’m not well
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| And I’m so hot 'cause I’m in hell
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| I’m not sick but I’m not well
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| And it’s a sin to live this well
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| One, two, three, four! |