| My grip on my secrets slipping while I’m speaking in tongues
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| Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
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| Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault
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| The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to
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| I’m cut from a different kind of meat, more than you can chew, hard to swallow
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| me
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| Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity how I cannot
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| commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and I like what I see
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| Baby, I may be crazy but I didn’t lose it, no I set it free
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| I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a
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| dead-as-disco beat
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| But I still move my feet to slip out of this groove, I’m free
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| Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls, and maybe wake up from but a dream
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| I’m just a psycho, babe
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| Come and go out my mind
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| I didn’t lose it babe
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| There wasn’t much to find
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| I’m just a psycho, babe
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| Come and go out my mind
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| I’m only passing through
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| If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see, you’d look through illusions,
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| hallucinations, and lucid dream
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| And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep, but I got facts and
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| I’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you
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| make a new front
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| Some days I’m glad that I am a madman and I’d rather be that than an amicable
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| animal, mild-mannered cannibal
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| But I’m more level-headed and clever than ever and I’m getting better one
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| forever at a time, and if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull
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| the plug out and let me die
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| Vice-versa, vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things I
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| do
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| And if it rhymes, it’s true
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| But I hate poetry
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| Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down
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| With nononononononono no respect for reality
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| I’m just a psycho, babe
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| Come and go out my mind
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| I didn’t lose it babe
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| There wasn’t much to find
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| I’m just a psycho, babe
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| Come and go out my mind
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| I’m only passing through
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| I’m just a psycho, babe
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| Come and go out my mind
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| I didn’t lose it babe
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| There wasn’t much to find
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| I’m just a psycho, babe
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| Come and go out my mind
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| A tourist passing through
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| Well that was fun, goodbye |