| I’m outta drugs
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| So I’m leaving
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| I can’t listen to the babbling and breathing
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| Down on my knees in the deep red snow
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| Watching the world’s worst puppet show
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| I’m so tired of hearing me talk
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| I don’t give a shit about the way I walk
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| So fuck who I know if it ends this conversation
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| I’d rather sit alone at the Rockwell Station
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| Now bleed for me
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| Nothing costs nothing up in this piece
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| Is it knees, or a tiny bit of teeth?
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| They’re fucking on the screen but over here it’s just me
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| They be fuckin'…
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| And I’m so alone
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| A party in each hand but no one’s home
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| Love can be buried, love can be bought
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| I’m a rough rider
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| And that’s all that I got
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| I went on down to the disco bar
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| The ladies at the door were a little too hard
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| I got scared and sat in my car
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| Cause I ain’t strong like you and Tommy are, Daddy
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| Now bleed for me
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| Nothing means nothing up in this piece
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| Is it knees, or a little bit of teeth?
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| Baby, I lose this mind
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| So I don’t have to make sense
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| So I don’t have to make 'em laugh
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| So I don’t have to make friends
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| So I got another nosebleed
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| So I threw up in the stall
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| Tomorrow’s gonna suck, man, don’t they all? |