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Who's that poking underneath your shirt |
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What's that mirror image you call dirt |
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Why don't you just tell me where it hurts |
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Not that i can help you |
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Nothing here can save you |
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But you don't wanna go home |
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Is there nothing that escapes through |
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The hole in your head |
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On the table is your only friend |
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Doubt you'll be together in the end |
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One less cry for help you'll have to send |
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To no one else except you |
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Nothing here can save you |
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But you don't wanna go home |
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Is there nothing that escapes through |
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The hole in your head |
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I don't like you |
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I don't like you |
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I don't like you |
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I don't like you |
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Nothing here can save you |
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But you don't wanna go home |
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Is there nothing that escapes through |
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The hole in your head |
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Nothing here can save you |
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But you don't wanna go home |
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Is there nothing that escapes through |
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The hole in your head |
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Don't want it |
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Don't need it |
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Don't bother now |