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The kombucha mushroom people |
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Sitting around all day |
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Who can believe you? Who can believe you? |
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Let your mother pray |
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(Sugar) |
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Well, I'm not there all the time you know |
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Some people, some people, some people |
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Call it insane, yeah, they call it insane |
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(Sugar) |
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I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport |
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With a bullet called life, yeah called life |
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(Sugar) |
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You know that every time I try to go |
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Where I really want to be |
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It's already where I am |
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'Cause I'm already there |
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(Sugar) |
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The kombucha mushroom people |
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Sitting around all day |
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Who can believe you? Who can believe you? |
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Let your mother pray |
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(Sugar) |
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I got a gun the other day from Sako |
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It's cute, small, fits right in my pocket |
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Yeah, right in my pocket |
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(Sugar) |
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My girl, you know |
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She lashes out every sometimes |
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And I just fucking kick her |
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And then, ooh baby, she's okay |
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(Sugar) |
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People are always chasing me down |
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Trying to push my face to the ground |
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Where all they really want to do |
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Is suck out my mother fucking brains, my brains |
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(Sugar) |
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The kombucha mushroom people |
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Sitting around all day |
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Who can believe you? Who can believe you |
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Let your mother pray |
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I sit, in my desolate room, no lights, no music |
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Just anger I've killed everyone |
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I'm away forever but I'm feeling better |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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Fuck you, it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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Fuck you, it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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In the end it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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In the end it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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In the end it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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In the end it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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In the end it all goes away |
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How do I feel? What do I say? |
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In the end it all goes away |
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In the end it all goes away |
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In the end it all goes away |
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In the end it all goes away |
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In the end it all goes away |
