| Here again
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| Hanging from this web we’re spinning in
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| Can’t say it’s either of our faults
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| Full again
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| In no time starving
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| Can’t say we get what we want
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| Why do you think it’s funny that I feel?
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| Lie through your teeth if don’t come natural, I think it should
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| Why do you think it’s funny that I feel?
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| Tell myself it’s different now, it’s alright
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| Oh it’s a rusty razorblade in my hand
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| Can’t help but pick it up again and again
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| Oh you’re the rusted razorblade in my hand
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| Threaten to cut me open someday
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| I just don’t know when
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| Here again
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| Tangled in this web and drinking gin
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| Can’t say it’s our proudest moment
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| Cool again
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| In no time stumbling, arguing
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| Can’t say I like you a lot
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| Why do you think it’s funny that I cry?
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| Lie to my face if you can’t console me, why touch me at all?
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| Why do you think it’s funny that I cry?
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| Tell myself don’t pick a fight — just strategize for next time
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| Oh it’s a rusty razorblade in my hand
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| Can’t help but pick it up again and again
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| Oh you’re the rusted razorblade in my hand
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| Threaten to cut me open someday
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| I just don’t know when
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| Water down the drain
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| Under the bridge
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| It’s all a spiral
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| But the water’s warm
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| We should tread awhile
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| Water down the drain
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| Under the bridge
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| It’s all a spiral
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| But the water’s warm
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| I might stay awhile |