| Let’s skip all the histrionics
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| Not again, not another excuse
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| The epidemic is co-dependent
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| Biting off more than your mouth can chew
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| Don’t forget to convalesce your secrets
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| I don’t want to be a man today
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| For all you know, I’m the silver in the bullet
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| I am the trigger that will make you all obey
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| I’m gonna make you cry tonight
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| I’m gonna make you hate me
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| Inside all my flaws again
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| I can’t let go
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| In spite of you, I’m lost again
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| I still don’t know
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| Disguises show me
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| What am I if I am only?
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| The status quo is not a punishment
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| But now it feels like home
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| Your association finds you guilty
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| Starting with the end of the day
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| Black and white is such a fascist feeling
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| Right or wrong, and nothing to say
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| The last good bipeds cleaning up the fingerprints
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| Unappreciated medical fiends
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| Confiscate another classic inbred
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| Fuck it all — light the acetylene
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| No other choice I can’t explain
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| Life keeps taking things away
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| Inside all my flaws again
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| I can’t let go
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| In spite of you, I’m lost again
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| I still don’t know
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| Disguises show me
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| What am I if I am only?
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| The status quo is not a punishment
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| But now it feels like home
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| «The tough guys who came to kill, but stayed to rape and ravage.»
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| The future’s here, I’m past my prime
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| When the evidence came, I committed the crime
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| Can you stand on your faith with your feet on the Bible?
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| Who could ask for a better disciple?
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| What’s the point, I’m not sure I can
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| I’ll never dig another grave, I’m afraid of what I’ll find
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| If it hurts then you’re too old
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| I’ll take your shit and give you fucking gold
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| I’m gonna make you cry tonight
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| I need you to hate me
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| Inside all my flaws again
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| I can’t let go
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| In spite of you, I’m lost again
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| I still don’t know
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| Disguises show me
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| What am I if I am only?
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| The status quo is not a punishment
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| But now it feels like home
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| But now it feels like home |