| I know I’m paranoid
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| But I still think they might be out to get me
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| I’m in bitter need
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| Of a new kind of enemy
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| I’m going agoraphobic
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| My ass sits idle
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| But my mind is hardly stoic
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| My blood pressure keeps on rising
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| There more I keep depressing
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| And denying
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| Me name sake said that hell was other people
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| Now I know how dealing with the petty
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| And the feeble
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| Can make you evil
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| From a babe’s mouth is the candy that I steal
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| I’m climbing up and down on fate’s oblong wheel
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| You’re strong in the bow, but weak in the keel
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| I’ll look you in the eye
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| But behind the scenes is where I deal
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| I’m making excuses for the seams that are ripping
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| The only thing I hate more than digging
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| Is begging!
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| Back in the day, it was so perfect
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| I had my purpose
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| It was all very worth it
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| But now my little victories
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| Are just empty calories
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| I’m in bitter need
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| Of a new kind of enemy
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| Something harmless but scary
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| To keep them in line
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| To keep them wary
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| A point in time that can’t be carried
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| A memory that can’t be buried
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| There is no solutions
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| Just the problems that I’m selling
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| They’ll make you feel better
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| Even though you’re aiding and abetting
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| So quit your whining
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| Eat some pills for your stressing
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| Go buy some more debt and plan a
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| Pretty June wedding
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| Make lots of kiddies
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| Because the gravy is never ending
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| Have everything you want
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| As long as the banks keep on lending
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| I’ve made my sell
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| And I hope I’m not offending
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| Because the only thing I hate more than digging
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| Is begging!
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| I want to wear your face like a condom
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| I’ll never win |