| Why do you hate,
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| When you never really loved?
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| Why do you stay,
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| When I never showed up?
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| Was it because they loved you
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| And I didn’t?
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| Was it because they loved you,
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| And I shouldn’t.
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| Stuck here,
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| In the middle of your mind,
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| Stuck here,
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| with no battery to rewind.
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| How does it feel,
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| your lies have pulled you under,
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| How does it feel,
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| It must be pretty hard,
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| Oh, how does it feel,
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| to eat words of a stenching odor?
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| Take a train, you can pull it down,
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| Anthology.
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| Why do you stare,
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| at the honeys that are comin' around?
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| Why do you care,
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| Who’s a pyramid upside down?
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| Was it because they want you,
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| and God didn’t?
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| Was it because they loved you,
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| And I wouldn’t?
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| How does it feel,
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| your lies have pulled you under,
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| How does it feel,
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| it must be pretty hard,
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| Oh, how does it feel,
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| to still it words of a stenching odor?
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| Take a drink, and pass it round.
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| Anthology.
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| Fucking on a full moon come arise,
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| If he is a beast, then give him a knife,
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| No one can defeat what they don’t understand,
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| I would love to know it like the back of my hand
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| Taking up the sun, won’t you come up alive,
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| Can you bottle-feed it up inside?
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| Take out all the stars and fill it with sand,
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| don’t even understand,
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| I dont understand,
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| How does it feel,
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| Your lies have pulled you under,
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| How does it feel,
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| it must be pretty hard,
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| Oh, how does it feel,
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| to eat words of a stenching odor?
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| Take a drink, you can lay it down,
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| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel? |