| It started when I was young and
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| Couldn’t sleep in bed
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| I pulled my mattress down the hall and
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| Slept on it instead
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| Every time I closed my eyes I
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| Couldn’t feel my legs
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| Snot would dribble out my nose and
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| Visions would flood my head
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| My parents threw holy water
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| All across my skin
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| I told them to get that shit off of me
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| But they could not hear it
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| My knee caps are all smashed up
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| From falling to the floor
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| These genuflections stop me from
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| Going in the church front door
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| When I started growing up
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| These symptoms because worse
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| I started chanting passages
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| And poems in foreign words
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| My eyes would turn from green to black
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| And I’d stare for hours on end
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| Instead of taking me to a doctor
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| The priest held out his hand
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| The priest got down on his knees yeah
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| Got down on his knees
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| The priest got down on his knees yeah
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| Got down on his knees
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| My parents threw holy water
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| All across my skin
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| I told them to get that shit off of me
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| But they could not hear it
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| My knee caps are all smashed up
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| From falling to the floor
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| These genuflections stop me from
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| Going in the church front door
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| My knee caps are all smashed
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| From falling to the floor
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| These genuflections
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| In the church front door
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| My knee caps are all
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| Smashed up, smashed up
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| Knee caps are all
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| Smashed up, smashed up |