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I sing songs about loving my life |
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But today I just don't have the energy |
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I've thinking about leaving this life |
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'Cause these bruises inside, don't feel real to me |
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Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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How intriguing the dullness |
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That swallows your soul |
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To the strength of a wet paper bag |
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How deceiving the notion |
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I cannot control my own life |
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So I'm choosing my death |
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But I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I've got numbers for friends I don't like |
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And I've got numbers on most of my enemies |
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I've got one thing to say before I'm drunk again |
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Oh, it burns, oh it hurts and it burns |
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How intriguing the dullness |
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That swallows your soul |
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To the strength of a wet paper bag |
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How deceiving the notion |
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I cannot control my own life |
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So I'm choosing my death |
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But I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I'm still here, I'm still here |
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I'm still here, I'm still here... |
