| I’ll warn you, if cornered
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| I’ll scratch my way out of the pen
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| Wired, an animal
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| The claustrophobia begins
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| You think I’m scared of girls
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| Well maybe, but I’m not afraid of you
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| You wanna scare me then you’ll cling to me no matter what I do
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| Tell you a secret
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| We shared a needle once or twice
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| I loved her, she loved me
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| We slept together a couple of times
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| You think I’m proud of this
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| Well maybe, but the shame you never lose
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| Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse
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| And it goes down every night
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| This must be what jail is really like
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| And I will scratch my way out of this pen, again
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| Lonely? |
| Or maybe
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| Or maybe not, it all depends
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| Your ideal, your image
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| Your definition of a friend
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| If what you’re shoveling is company
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| Then I’d rather be alone
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| Resentment always goes
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| Much further than it was supposed to go
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| And it goes down every night
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| This must be what jail is really like
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| And I will scratch my way out of this pen
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| And I will fall back into it again
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| I’ll warn you, if cornered
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| I’ll scratch my way out of the pen
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| Wired, an animal |