| No, I don’t want to go out
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| Cause I won’t have any fun
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| I am sick and infected
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| With pure pessimism
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| And I think I might need a vacation
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| From this nightmare I’ve become
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| No cheap thrills or medication
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| Can change the damage that’s been done
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| So call me Miss Negativity
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| Broken dreams inside my head
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| I’ve been crowned by my own misery
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| Who can save me from this toxicity?
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| Before my heart is dead
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| Yes I’m tired of explaining
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| That living is a chore
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| This disease I’ve contracted
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| Has made me insecure
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| And I think I might need a vacation
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| From this nightmare I’ve become
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| No cheap thrills or medication
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| Can change the damage that’s been done
|
| So call me Miss Negativity
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| Broken dreams inside my head
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| I’ve been crowned by my own misery
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| Who can save me from this toxicity?
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| Before my heart is dead
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| Before my heart is dead
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| Who’s gonna save me from myself?
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| I’m no good for my health
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| I’m cryin' out for help
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| I’m beggin' you
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| Who’s gonna save me from myself?
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| I’m no good for my health
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| I’m cryin' out for help
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| I’m beggin' you
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| Who’s gonna save me from myself?
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| (So call me miss Negativity…)
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| I’m no good for my health
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| I’m cryin' out for help
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| I’m beggin' you
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| Who’s gonna save me from myself?
|
| (So call me miss Negativity…)
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| I’m no good for my health
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| I’m cryin' out for help
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| I’m beggin' you
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| So call me miss Negativity… |