| Suicide is in my blood, it always was
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| And it doesn’t evaporate in the light anymore
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| And this world is no place
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| For a mind or a thought
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| No it’s not
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| Well, that’s been said before
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| Space and the woods still know who I am
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| And I know they don’t owe me anything
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| Not after what I’ve done
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| Put on my radiation suit and slip away
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| I’m on the run from what I’ve become
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| And this life like suicide
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| Picks up a whole lot of different speeds
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| And I know they don’t owe me anything
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| Not after what I’ve done
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| Late on a Monday night, I’m on the grapevine
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| Beating around the bush adds to the bassline
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| Thinking about the time when I was dancing slow
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| And out of control
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| Woo!
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| Well, I’m shit hot so say what you think about me
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| I’m not gonna cry 'cause I, I don’t care
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| Well, I’m shit hot so say what you think about me
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| I’m not gonna cry 'cause I…
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| I’ve done nothing, nothing
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| Oh, they forgive anything
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| Like how I don’t stop you breaking my arms
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| And chopping me, chopping me down
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| So I fit in your laptop
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| I’ve done nothing |