| I’ve got to find a better coping mechanism
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| I’m falling apart, disintegrating in the schism
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| Is it a show, or is it realism
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| Lost and found, and then I was locked up in a prison
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| I better find a more suitable solution
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| Before I reach the most predictable conclusion
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| To be the victim of my personal delusion
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| Just to find that I’ve been living an illusion
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| They say there’s just no substitute for the real thing
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| The kind of chemical that can make your whole body sing
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| You can take the needle and shove it in your vein
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| And call it medication to alleviate you pain
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| I do my best to keep the confusion to a minimum
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| I’ll try not to be the monster of the millennium
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| Someday they’ll thank us for the hell that we was givin' 'em
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| When all of this time we just hope we were borderline offendin' 'em
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| They say there’s just no substitute for the real thing
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| The kind of chemical that can make your whole body sing
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| Scrub it till you’re bleedin', but you can’t scrub out the stain
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| Leave your mouth wide open while you’re drowning in the rain
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| Put your head down, wipe the spit out your eye
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| Ain’t nobody coming to your «poor me» parade
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| When trouble knock on your door, what you ignoring it for
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| You’ll be standing there helpless when it comes on in
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| Say there’s just no substitute for the real thing
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| The kind of chemical that’ll make your whole body sing
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| You can test your merit, you can show it some restraint
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| But in the end you’re just a predictable refrain
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| Oh, ain’t nothing like the real thing
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| The kind of chemical that’ll make your whole body sing
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| You can test your merit, you can show it some restraint
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| But in the end you’re just a predictable refrain
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| Poisonin' your brain (Your heart has been mislain)
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| You’re gonna die just the same (For a dream you could not attain)
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| 'Cause you drove yourself insane (And there’s nobody left to blame)
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| So you just carry on an complain
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| 'Til you forget your name |