| We’re headed down now; |
| I don’t want to sink
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| You’ll make it somehow, with anyone but me
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| They’re crying out loud, but I’m not listening. |
| No, I’m not, I’m not listening
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| You’re medicine, you’re the menace in me, but it’s not swaying. |
| No, it’s not,
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| it’s not swaying me
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| Please don’t hold it in my face. |
| Hold it in my train car speeding to LA,
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| like a sad
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| Boy running out the clock, ‘cause he’s too scared that he might get the part
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| Don’t forget my brain; |
| you’ve taken everything else
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| That’s a shame it’s not a game I’ll play. |
| Let go, my hands are not yours
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| Bled dry, but you still want more
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| Half way down the road, we cease, we crawl, we fight to find a better life,
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| then die
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| Nowhere is my home and I confide with all the ghosts of former lives. |
| Goodbye
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| Nevermind, it fell apart, and synthesized in your apartment
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| You couldn’t wait to hit the asphalt. |
| You couldn’t wait to call that asshole
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| I’m on your side, but you are toxic. |
| You say you’re shy, but you flaunt it
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| I don’t care who you’re seeing, just as long as you are leaving |