| Stuck sitting in your own mess sinking
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| Call up arms to search for a better word
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| A mess you made, a smell you chose
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| Won’t break in front of you
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| Better off on your own, you said
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| I’ve seen that look in your eye, it’s embarrassing
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| A one know cold, and make this
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| Quite a pleasant poison
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| And it’s my life, my pesticide, works overtime
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| Make it last a long one
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| It’s my life but leave this time, my pesticide
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| Slow to kill your dreams
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| Stay in bed and that’s another day wasted
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| Colors fade to gray like they never do
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| The whole thing spins
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| And yes, you chose to think for only you
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| So pull the pin and let the whole thing go
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| Between that smile, and look it’s embarrassing
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| Sell your soul and let this
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| Quite a pleasant poison
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| And it’s my life, my pesticide works overtime
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| Make it last a long one
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| It’s my life but leave this time, my pesticide
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| Slow to kill your dreams
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| Slow, slow, slow
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| Slow to kill your dreams
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| Slow, slow, slow
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| Slow to kill your, slow to kill your
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| To kill your, to kill your, kill your dreams
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| My life, my pesticide works overtime
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| Make it last a long one
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| It’s my life but me this time, my pesticide
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| Slow to kill your dreams
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| Slow, slow, slow
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| Slow to kill your dreams
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| Slow, slow, slow
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| Slow to kill your, slow to kill your
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| To kill your, to kill your, kill your dreams |