| Sometimes I feel a baby nipping softly at my heel
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| A reminder of how fat and scared you love to make me feel
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| A curse of such a fetching fraud without a soul to speak
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| Inspired thirty songs I could have written in my sleep
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| You snort a line of syphilis and run the marathon
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| Your mentally deficient friends just ask you what you’re on I may be shy and not reply to your scathing review
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| But I’d rather subsist on venom, than abstain with you
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| Oh I’ll be fine
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| Sever this for all time
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| I’ll laugh it off when this ends
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| You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
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| I was the kind to ask what wrong doing had injured Dahmer’s pride
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| Or to excuse the junkie thief with diamonds in his eyes
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| But now I taste a righteous fury sparkling with hate
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| Well you’ll diddle this earth up and think «fetch mommy, it’s too late»
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| I’ll bite your head off, spit it out, and let it plunge away
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| You and all your kind won’t stamp your future on today
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| The beat thumps loud you sweat it out and grind on them for drugs
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| You hug that pole like a firefighter falling in love
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| Oh I’ll be fine
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| Sever this for all time
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| I’ll laugh it off when this ends
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| You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
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| Oh I’ll be fine
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| Sever this for all time
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| I’ll laugh it off when this ends
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| You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
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| Never another song, never another thought
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| Never another song, not for you
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| Never another song, never another thought
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| Never another song
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| Oh I’ll be fine
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| Sever this for all time
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| I’ll laugh it off when this ends
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| You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
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| I’ll be fine
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| Sever this for all time
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| I’ll laugh it off when this ends
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| You can just go get high with all of your dumb friends
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| Get high with all of your dumb friends
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| You were my crutch, now I’ve escaped your clutch
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| So how is that worms-eye view?
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| I have grown two broad wings and now I’m above you |