| Like a botched lobotomy
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| Losin' little parts of me
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| Because you’re a fever and I keep
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| Losin' limbs, you’re out of reach
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| And it’s just so unappealing
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| When you’re clingin' to the ceiling
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| Just to dance around your feelings
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| Oh well, oh well
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| Sever up my body
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| Sew it up to stop me
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| So you like to hurt me
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| Could you cut me dirty?
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| Electro-shock therapy
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| Zombie-version tryna feed
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| You’re my melancholy medicine
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| Love me 'cause I’m lonely, please
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| And it’s just so unappealing
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| When you’re clingin' to the ceiling
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| Just to dance around your feelings
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| Oh well, oh well
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| Sever up my body
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| Sew it up to stop me
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| So you like to hurt me
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| Could you cut me dirty?
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| Clutchin' weapons while we’re sleepin'
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| Got me bleedin' like I mean it
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| It’s just enough to keep me blurry
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| Sever up my body
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| Sew it up to stop me
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| So you like to hurt me
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| Could you cut me dirty?
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry
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| 'Cause I need surgery to keep me blurry |