| There’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
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| Yeah, it’s got a lot to do with having to finish what I start
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| And at any second now I think it all might fall apart
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| ‘Cause there’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
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| Yeah, ooh
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| Yeah, ooh
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| There’s a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame
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| Yeah, he likes to poke around and he likes to tell me things
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| And whenever I begin to feel like I might be deranged
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| I remember there’s a little shitty devil in my brain
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| Yeah, ooh
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| Yeah, ooh
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| Oh, I wonder what it’s like to be the type who doesn’t burn
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| Yeah, the kind who fights the good fight
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| Not the kind you’ll find fisti-fuckin-cuffin' in the dirt
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| There’s a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
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| And I can’t seem to change my attitude, but I can change my shirt
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| ‘Cause you know how actually at times that can be a good start
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| But not today, there’s still a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
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| Yeah, in my heart, yeah
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| Oh yeah, ooh
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| Oh no, yeah |