| I won’t forget the day that, that I came to
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| And I started thinking that there’s more
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| Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
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| And all I ever wanted was someone to
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| Knock me back to the bliss of ignorance
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| Because I feel like running head first into traffic
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| And so I’m here to say
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| That thoughts in bed with pain
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| I won’t forget the day that, that I found God
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| In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
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| So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
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| And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
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| As I swallow the pills of happiness
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| And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake
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| I stand outside my pretty house
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| I light a match to start the fire
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| I call the cops to let them know
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| It’s 22 Walthery Ave
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| I thought I wanted this
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| I thought I wanted this
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| I’m here to say
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| I said I wanted some more attention
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| I thought I wanted a story ending
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| I love the pain, I hate the pain
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| I just give in
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| I love the pain, I hate the pain
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| I think that the truth is I’m scared
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| I think that I’m just scared to live
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| I think that the truth is I’m scared
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| I think that the truth is I’m everything that I hate |