| Today I’m dirty tomorrow I’ll be dirt I know
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| I wake up early and wobble from the vertigo
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| The lakes are burning I know I’ll be first to go
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| I live and die every day I’m so versatile
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| All of my ribs are for you
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| I walk on these pins when I’m blue
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| Won’t wallow I’ll live with the doom
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| The monsters are splitting in two
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| I fought ‘em I stick & I move
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| The fog is so thick in this room
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| I’m coughing again from the fumes
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| These walls that I’m in are a tomb
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| My thoughts are A Trip to The Moon
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| My heart isn’t fit for this world
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| I wanted verisimilitude
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| But all of my sins are in bloom
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| They watch while I symphony gloom
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| Rearranging faces like Picasso
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| Painting monsters like I think I’m Bosch
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| Making sacred statements I’m so Basho
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| Staining walls like Marquis de Sade
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| These hugs feel like scissors, sometimes
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| They cut me to pieces
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| The sun rarely visits our minds
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| We’ve all got our reasons
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| When everyone’s ugly my frame of mind’s crooked
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| Don’t touch me I’m poison you’re under my spell
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| Setting suns coming to take my light look I’m
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| Becoming an oyster who’s stuck in his shell
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| Today I’m dirty tomorrow I’ll be dirt I know
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| I wake up early and wobble from the vertigo
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| The lakes are burning I know I’ll be first to go
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| I live and die every day I’m so versatile |