| Spat them out into a cup
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| Lock me up, just lock me up
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| Faces change and naturally yours is melting off your bones
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| It is falling to the floor
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| I think bad things
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| I host bad thoughts
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| I’m only kind of sorry
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| But if you took me to the zoo
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| I’d be some kind of cowgirl
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| Some kind of cowgirl
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| I am crawling underground
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| Wish that you could meet me there
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| Sick and foaming at the mouth
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| Sometimes I disgust myself
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| But man, you look so much like me
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| You look like everybody else
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| I’m sorry for my jokes about dying
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| I said that I’m not afraid, but I’m lying
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| And now I feel lonelier than I did before
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| Do you want to hack me up?
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| Sometimes I so wish you would
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| I am not scared of your blade
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| I will bite down on your hand
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| And you can lead me around town
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| You are not scared of my teeth
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| I eat bad things
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| Cough up bad thoughts
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| I’m never very sorry
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| But if you left me in the sky
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| I’d be some kind of cowgirl
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| Some kind of cowgirl
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| Some kind of cowgirl
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| Some kind of cowgirl |