| Mom and dad took me to a man
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| Who wants to drill a hole in my head to make me think
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| And stares for me as I enter the facility
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| They all look dead but still breathing
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| But there’s a stain on the front lobe of my brain
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| And I try, I try, but I still feel ashamed
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| But there’s a side to me I hold back constantly
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| And I try, I try, but it still haunts my dreams
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| I downed a pill to kill all of my bad thoughts
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| But it got rid of all my really good ones, so I sit
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| Unimpressed like all the rest of all the zombies surrounding me
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| But there’s a stain on the front lobe of my brain
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| And I try, I try, but I still feel ashamed
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| But there’s a side to me I hold back constantly
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| And I try, I try, but it still haunts my dreams
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| Haunts my dreams
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| Haunts my dreams
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| Haunts my dreams
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| But there’s a stain on the front lobe of my brain
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| And I try, I try, but I still feel ashamed
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| But there’s a side to me I hold back constantly
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| And I try, I try, but it still haunts my dreams
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| Haunts my dreams
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| Haunts my dreams
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| Haunts my dreams |