| Bad bills and cherry bombs are falling out of my head
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| I’m sitting before you, but I’m dead
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| You got something I want, now honey but it ain’t what I need
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| Just tell the doctor let it bleed
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| I’m sick of my own shit, darlin, I can’t take no more
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| Drag me out of my coma to the floor
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| I’m all out of nothing, there’s nothing today
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| A burnt out magician with nothing to say
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| I’ve got my pick of the floppers, that’s right
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| They’re down at the store
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| But they ain’t got a heart beat
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| Give me more
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| I’m sick of the bullshit, baby
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| I won’t take no more
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| Drag me out of my coma to the floor
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| I’m all out of nothing, there’s nothing today
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| A burnt out magician with nothing to say
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| Who wants a miracle? |
| Who wants to know?
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| I’m all out of nothing with nowhere to go
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| The storm coming from miles away will be much different than yesterday
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| Call out, baby and call out loud
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| Your head’s too cool to get lost in the crowd
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| I’m sick of the bullshit, baby
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| I can’t take no more
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| Drag me out of my coma to the floor
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| I’m all out of nothing, there’s nothing today
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| A burnt out magician with nothing to say
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| Who wants a miracle? |
| Who wants to know?
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| I’m all out of nothing with nowhere to go |