| Haven’t got much
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| But what I’ve got is a precious?
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| And though it might seem like I’m down in the dumps
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| I’m on top of the landfill, seagull style
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| And when I smile it’s like diamonds in the dark rooms
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| It’s like stars in the gutter
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| I gotta get a laugh
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| Because the day seems so damn funny
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| It takes guts to be hard
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| In the presence of your worst fears
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| Negative forces? |
| self the black and the blue
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| The devil can be so resourceful
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| When you try to keep a mad man in his own troubles
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| A keep a mad man behind his?
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| Still I’m struggling
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| Still in the jungle
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| Still in the jungle rumbling
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| Through the valley of the shadow I’m stumbling
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| And down the supermarket to keep the pain in
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| Down the supermarket to keep the pain in
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| Down the supermarket to keep the pain in
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| I don’t think you’ve got the stomach for what I’ve got to say
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| For what I’ve got to say
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| Because you don’t like us
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| You don’t like us when we get vicious
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| And we get vicious all the time
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| I’ve found a pathway to a bad place I wish I forgot
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| And I don’t know much
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| But the things I know I wish I forgot
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| I got anvils? |
| keeping me down
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| Staring at the ceiling going 'round and 'round
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| My head goes left
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| My eyes look right
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| ? |
| right
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| I can’t remember why I clench my fists
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| I spent the morning looking down at my wrists
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| Down the supermarket to keep the pain in
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| Down the supermarket to keep the pain in
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| And I? |
| money
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| I keep my hands unclenched
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| I go down the supermarket when I feel upset |