| I don’t like staying at home
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| When the moon is bleeding red
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| Woke up stoned in the backseat
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| From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
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| Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
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| Everybody’s on something here
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| My godsend chemical best friend
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| Skeleton whispering in my ear
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| Walk with me to the end
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| Stare with me into the abyss
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| Do you feel like letting go?
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| I wonder how far down it is
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| Nothing is fun
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| Not like before
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| You don’t get me high anymore
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| Used to take one
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| Now it’s takes four
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| You don’t get me high anymore
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| Runnin' through emergency rooms
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| Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
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| My hand shake cellophane landscape
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| Mannequin fakin' it the best I can
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| It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
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| No hands on the steering wheel
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| I’m crashing this save-a-ho
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| Puppet show
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| UFO
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| Obliterate the way I feel
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| Walk with me to the end
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| Stare with me into the abyss
|
| Do you feel like letting go?
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| I wonder how far down it is
|
| Nothing is fun
|
| Not like before
|
| You don’t get me high anymore
|
| Used to take one
|
| Now it’s takes four
|
| You don’t get me high anymore
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| You don’t get me high anymore
|
| You don’t get me high anymore
|
| Walk with me to the end
|
| Stare with me into the abyss
|
| Do you feel like letting go?
|
| I wonder how far down it is
|
| Nothing is fun
|
| Not like before
|
| You don’t get me high anymore
|
| Used to take one
|
| Now it’s takes four
|
| You don’t get me high anymore
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| You don’t get me high anymore
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| You don’t get me high anymore
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| You don’t get me high anymore
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| You don’t get me high anymore |