| I had wrists donning slits flowing constantly
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| My broken body in a wreck, I’m wrapped around a tree
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| A crosswalk hit and run, the finish line for me
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| People clutter in the gutter, take a look and see
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| No escaping pain
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| You belong to me
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| Clinging on to life
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| By the skin o' my teeth
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| My blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds
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| Empty jars of sleeping pills on the dresser in my room
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| My wet brain neighbor cranes his neck to see in time
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| The white light’s a train bearing down on me
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| No escaping pain
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| You belong to me
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| Clinging on to life
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| By the skin o' my teeth
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| I won’t feel the hurt, I’m not trash any longer
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| That that doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger
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| I need a ride to the morgue, that’s what 112 is for
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| So, tag my toe and don’t forget, ooh, to close the drawer
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| No escaping pain
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| You belong to me
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| Clinging on to life
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| By the skin o' my teeth |