| If you couldn’t then who would
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| Pluck the cord that makes me steal?
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| Life from a big thick box
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| With more blood than I can contain
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| You always have some to try
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| And you always have some to try
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| I always scream like I’m dying
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| I always scream like I’m dying for, for, for, for…
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| Nothing
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| We could all stand in my head
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| And search for what makes me need to go right on back in
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| And give some to get some
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| I’m cutting and draining
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| I’m cutting and draining
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| So I can smile at my point most dead
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| So I can smile at my point most dead for, for, for, for…
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| Nothing
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| If you couldn’t then who would
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| Pluck the cord that makes me steal?
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| Life from a big thick box
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| With more blood than I can contain
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| You always have some to try
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| You always have some to try
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| I always scream like I’m dying
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| I always scream like I’m dying for, for, for, for… |