| More listening in the bushes at the courthouse
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| Or in between the cushions of your couch
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| I feel like hot dust, but this is all I got left
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| So listen up and talk a lot less
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| I’m lonely, are you lonely too
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| And do you feel like it is only you
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| I couldn’t save them and its gonna get me too
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| Did you feel like it was only you
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| My friends, their friends, their friends' friends
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| Are tryin to kill me, really
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| Everybody that I know
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| Is tryin to kill me
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| My friends, their friends, their friends' friends
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| Are tryin to kill me, really
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| Everybody that I know
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| Is tryin to kill me
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| I daydream about jumpin in front of a train
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| While all the commuters just fuckin complain
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| And everybody on the platform will cover their face
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| And I wonder at my funeral if you’ll have somethin to say
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| I don’t want another drink, I don’t want another
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| I’m afraid of fallin down if I get much further up
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| I don’t want another hit, I don’t want another shot
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| Don’t you make another line, that you do not wanna cross
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| My friends, their friends, their friends' friends
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| Are tryin to kill me, really
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| Everybody that I know
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| Is tryin to kill me, really
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| My friends, their friends, their friends' friends
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| Are tryin to kill me, really
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| Everybody that I know
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| Is tryin to kill me, really
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| Don’t offer me the door, I have trouble sayin no
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| And I don’t want any more, my cup’s already full
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| No don’t offer me the door, I have trouble sayin no
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| And I don’t want any more, my cup’s already full
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| Jump back, kiss myself, pass out, piss myself
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| I think I need a little help
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| Hit me!
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| Just back, kiss myself, pass out, shit myself
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| I think I need a little help
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| Hit me!
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| My friends, their friends, their friends' friends
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| Are tryin to kill me, really
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| Everybody that I know
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| Is tryin to kill me, really
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| My friends, their friends, their friends' friends
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| Are tryin to kill me, really
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| Everybody that I know
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| Is tryin to kill me, really |