| The consolation of a bad thing
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| That makes you feel just like your old self
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| Abraded
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| You know i think you oughta write this down
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| 'Cause it could come in handy when you get too high
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| And mountain sick
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| Told my bad friend you can go to hell, hell, hell, hell
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| Told my good friend can you please not help, help, help, help
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| In competition with the bad guys just to see
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| Who can get away with feeling worse off
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| For the guilt
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| That’s so full of worms that i can’t even roll over
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| Put an ear up and i’ll let you listen to them whine
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| About their food
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| Told my bad friend you can go to hell, hell, hell, hell
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| Told my good friend can you please not help, help, help, help
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| However I may beg no matter how I scream
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| Don’t open the door, just look in the screen
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| 'Cause everybody loves an annexed Halloween
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| With blood that don’t splash on your clothes |