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You key some isolation |
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I know I don't think I |
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I'm bummed, I need to reach you |
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You make me throw up |
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You think it's all a game |
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on a mission, now runaway |
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You're coming fast, teach them |
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don't make me violate them |
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I tried to interegate |
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so sorry, sorry, pleased to meet you |
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don't try to fabricate me |
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Yeah, no fabrication. |
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I frowned, I found sensation |
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I'm finding hell to pay |
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I tried, I tried to tell her |
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it's all, it's all, it's thrown away |
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my gal jumped probation |
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I finally learned the reasons |
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I'll find examples to why I finally |
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learned to hate you. |
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Me |
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I really hate the way I was today. |
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I've f@#ked everthing thats come my way. |
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I want to kill this person that is me. |
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I took my pain out, now that I'm insane. |
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doing why you do what you do |
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doing why you do what you do |
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what I wanted to |
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I really hate the monster I saw today. |
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I want to kill this person that is me. |
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Its not much to analyze this pain |
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I'm in hell anyway. |
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I'm not afraid to take the chance |
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doing why you do what you do |
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doing why you do what you do |
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what I wanted to |
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I really wanted to |
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I thought I wanted to |
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I really wanted to |
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want to take it away. |
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you you you |
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Dead Rat |
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I can't believe |
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that another ones dead. |
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They stink up my house |
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and rot in a f@#kin corner. |
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search and search,. |
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but never find |
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I'm sick and disgusted. |
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that freaking dead rat. |
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Just like the dead |
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no where to go |
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and just let me |
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find my body |
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I'm really dead. |
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know if I'm dead |
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Still that smell |
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carries on |
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Small little piece of shit. |
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for day and days. |
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I wish they were never here. |
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Sorry |
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I don't know |
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what it is I see |
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but I know you can tell |
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what you're doing to me |
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I tried to say |
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did not mind |
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what it was I thought |
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to see I was blind. |
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I'm not trying to say I'm sorry |
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but If you let me |
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I'll bet you're dying |
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for me to say, |
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to say I'm sorry |
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for me to say, |
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to say I'm sorry. |
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lyrics by bones elias |
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BACK HOME |
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