| I want to throw up, but for now I hold back
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| I can’t express just how I’m feeling, it’s true
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| You want to grow up, but there’s a problem with that
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| There’s no where to go for someone who’s as stunted as you
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| And it’s true that I’m disgusted with myself as well
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| My tongue can not be tamed it’s on a fire straight from hell
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| I eat the dirt you kick up and play the chord that resonates
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| A gentle word I can not find a way to enunciate
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| You make me, you make me
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| Oh so sick, oh so sick
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| You make me, yeah, I know you make me
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| Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day, yeah!
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| Still your voice, pump your stomach, set the garbage free
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| Oh I know you don’t get drunk, you just drink socially
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| Your reasons are all invalids, they can’t stand up
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| And when you talk I hear the brain cells die so keep your mouth shut
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| I didn’t wake up to find myself as a bug
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| I’ve been one for much longer than I care to recall
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| I’m not a junkie lost in Interzone or under the rug
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| I just eat the bug powder then I climb up the wall
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| You make me, you make me
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| Oh so sick, oh so sick
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| You make me, yeah, I know you make me
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| Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day, yeah!
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| You make me, you make me
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| Oh so sick, oh so sick
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| You make me, yeah, I know you make me
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| Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
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| You make me, you make me
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| Oh so sick, oh so sick
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| You make me, yeah, I know you make me
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| Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day
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| Sick, sick, sick, I get sicker every day |