| Imagine that I can’t be comforted at all
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| In pieces I went from crawling into a ball
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| Evidence, it’s in my breathing every day
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| Less and less and less
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| Hey you — you wore me out
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| There was nothing left for anybody else
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| And you, you’re the last little shit
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| That anyone expected could put me through this
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| Yeah it’s true
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| Turbulence, auto-pilot to control
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| Down and down and down
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| And if he’s there, ooh then I’ll take my order to go
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| He shouldn’t see, he shouldn’t know
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| Hey you — you wore me out
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| There was nothing left for anybody else
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| And you, you’re the last little shit
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| That anyone expected could put me through this
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| Yeah fucker it’s true
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| And over there in the corner of the room
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| Sat little Jack Horner in his gloom
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| Oh, how you like it there?
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| Na na na na na
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| Hey you — you slithered around while you ripped every vein out
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| And you — your once so charming self-inflicted tortured act
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| It’s a loser and a poser’s tool
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| Hey you — you wore me out
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| There was nothing left for anybody else
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| And you, you’re the last little shit
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| That anyone expected could put me through this
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| Yeah fucker it’s true
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| Imagine that
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| Imagine that |