| ??? |
| Somebody
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| Such a chemical
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| ??? |
| Someone ask me
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| Rain, rain, rain, rain on a b note song
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| ??? |
| I keep trippin with that same old paw
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| ??? |
| For the future
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| Red same old ball
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| Keep skipping up that dumb wall
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| The chemical represses all
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| I don’t wanna let it happen
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| On a street on a corner
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| Ooh, I don’t want you
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| I keep trippin
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| I get a vision of all
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| I got to get it
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| I got to go where I always was
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| I don’t know
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| I keep skipping
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| I want to find a type of drug
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| Time is your reach, reach out
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| Time for your cancer melt
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| Your lines
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| Its cute
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| (Low vocals that start in right channel):
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| They take??? |
| Species of canine to the end
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| When I had that position they would take these nails and drive them through the
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| skin at the edge of my fingers
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| On both hands so I wouldn’t move them anymore
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| On both hands so I wouldn’t move them anymore
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| ??? |
| Plastics caps put them in my head
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| Up the back of my head
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| They would take the??? |
| Start drive down it would, I would quiver put my eyes in
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| the position??? |
| Back
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| 22 yards
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| When I had that position they would take these nails and drive them through the
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| edge of the skin
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| Through the edge of the skin
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| When I had that position they would take 200 nails and drive them though the
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| skin at the edge of my fingers
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| I couldn’t move them anymore
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| I couldn’t move them anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore |