| If you say that we're ill
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| Just give us your pill
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| Hope we'll just go away
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| But once you've inhaled death
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| Everything else is perfume
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| Maybe I'm just a mystery
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| I could end up your misery
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| Maybe I'm just a mystery
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| I could end up your misery
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| In the end we all end up in a garbage dump
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| But I'll be the one that's holding your hand
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| Maybe I'm just a mystery
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| I could be your misery
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| Maybe I'm just a mystery
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| Marry with the left hand
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| So far, so far from the mad'ning crowd
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| Am I man or a show, or moment
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| The man in the moon
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| Or a man of all seasons
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| Will I be in at the kill
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| With you?
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| We are sick, fucked up and complicated
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| We are chaos, we can't be cured
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| We are sick |