| And for these last five years I’ve been stuck up in here
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| Inside this brain that drains into society, injected in your veins
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| Give me hand grenades, give me razor blades
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| Give me anything to make the pain go away
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| Cause these pills don’t work, Sometimes they make it worse
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| And now I’m slowly going down the fucking drain
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| The lights are on. |
| But there’s no one home
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| And I’ll sit here in My dark place alone, Dark place alone
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| I, I don’t mind, these side affects of this so called life
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| Now I bide, Bide my time to infect this world with, with my fucking mind
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| The lights are on. |
| But there’s no one home
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| And I’ll sit here in My dark place alone, Dark place alone.(ALONE!)
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| Now I’m sick in the head, in the head motherfucker
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| Like the living dead, living dead motherfucker
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| Now I’m sick in the head, in the head motherfucker
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| Like the living dead, living dead motherfucker
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| ALONE!
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| The lights are on. |
| But there’s no one home
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| And I’ll sit here in My dark place alone, Dark place alone.(ALONE!)
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| The lights are on. |
| But there’s no one home
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| And I’ll sit here in My dark place alone, Dark place alone
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| OH, NO! |