| Bad or a wet dream,
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| Feelin’so inbetween,
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| Gun in my pocket an’a target on my head.
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| Right on the wrong road,
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| He talks to me through dogs,
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| Not sure who it is but I know it ain’t God.
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| Feel like they’re watchin’me,
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| Know that they’re watchin’me,
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| C’mon lets go got two tickets to the moon.
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| Now what are you supposed to do?
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| When they got their hooks in you?
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| Do you beleive me?
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| I was there.
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| And didja hear it?!
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| Yeah…
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| Not my fault, wasn’t even there.
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| Rest of the world, all gone insane.
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| Can ya hear the dogs barkin’can ya hear the dogs speak?
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| Seen it on the TV, something gonna break.
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| Now how am I supposed to breathe,
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| When there is no air?
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| And how am I supposed to be?!
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| When those hooks are pullin’me…
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| Down.
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| If you release me,
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| Won’t be there.
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| If you leave me!!!
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| I won’t care.
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| I hear black it has no mercy!
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| Repeating in my head.
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| In my head…
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| In my…
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| From the inside out… talk to me, in, tounges.
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| The worst… of this… I understand,
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| That the flies are breeding,
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| The wounds are bleeding,
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| There’ll be no healing in my house.
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| From the inside out.
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| You know I’m not the same!
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| Repeating in my head
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| In my head. |