| Yeah, your mother doesn’t love you
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| And your father doesn’t care
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| And your older sister’s x-ing while your
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| Younger sister’s getting in your hair
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| And then there’s your brother
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| He’s confused most of the time
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| And don’t forget your poor stepfather
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| Pours his ineffective tonic on your
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| Fucked up life
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| Yeah, you got no one to talk to
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| But you talk to me somehow
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| Say there’s something eating at you, chewing craters
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| On the inside of your mouth
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| You don’t even have the sanctuary of your friends
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| 'cuz one’s a medicated paranoid
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| The other’s self concerned
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| With Jezebel Coquette
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| Your Fucked up life
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| Now the lovelies are paraded
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| Providence just out of reach
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| And you’re behind the glass about to
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| Break through the bounds of common sense
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| And you’re such a lonely one
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| Somehow you are the only one
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| You are alone tonight
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| So you telephoned to tell me all about your
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| Fucked up life
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| Your fucked up life
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| Now the lovelies are parading
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| All the services they paid for
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| All the love they gave themselves this week
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| When you’re quite sure you haven’t got yours quite yet
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| Oh, you fucked up life |