| I’m always repeating sick thoughts in my head
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| I’m tired of being alone, always shitting the bed
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| But I think I can’t come clean
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| I think I can’t come clean
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| I’m sick of always posting things on the internet
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| And if I ever read the bullshit, it makes me regret everything
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| That’s why I can’t come clean
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| Oh, I hope you noticed the hand prints left from my sweaty palms
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| On the menu at the restaurant
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| I’m caught up in all these drunken altercations
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| Offhand interrogations
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| Exposing all my crimes
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| But you’re wasting your time
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| I’m always repeating things I already said
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| I’m sick of all these people, all I want is my bed
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| And I think I can’t come clean
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| This time I can’t come clean
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| Oh, did you ever notice me waiting patiently for apologies
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| I knew damn well would never come
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| I’m caught up in all these drunken altercations
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| Offhand interrogations
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| Exposing all my crimes
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| But you’re wasting your time
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| With this broken polygraph
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| I tried so hard not to laugh, I swear I almost threw up
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| Just go ahead and lock me up
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| I’m always repeating sick thoughts in my head
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| I’m tired of being alone, always shitting the bed
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| But I think I can’t come clean
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| I think I can’t come clean |