| I just dropped by to show you what a mess I’ve made of me
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| I cut out all of my sick thoughts with fine swiss cutlery
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| And I’m doing way better these days
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| Thoughts of dying only comes in short waves
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| Biding my time between the cradle and the grave
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| Hey
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| I took my time to tell you that something’s changed in me
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| That hook up I had on the truth’s now ancient history
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| I’m losing all sense of myself, lost and alone with no help
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| I’ll keep my heart within a jar up on the shelf
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| Hey
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| Throw the cradle to the grave
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| Thrown into the grave
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| Take this with me to the grave
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| Take this with me to the grave
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| Take this with me to the grave
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| Take this with me to the grave
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| From the cradle to the grave |