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Cold |
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Cold |
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Insane |
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Everyone around you suffocates |
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Think I don't believe in God |
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Every little pill that helps you think |
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Makes my mind a social fault |
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I can take a million f*ckin freaks |
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Blow 'em up and make you pay |
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All the plastic clowns have taken me |
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To the moon that wasn't grey |
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I have gone insane and I'm the one to blame |
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There's no one left but me and I'm not here |
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All the plastic people live for me |
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But their hearts were made for doom |
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Everyone around thinks I'm insane |
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But the path I chose was sore |
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I can take a million f*ckin freaks |
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Blow 'em up and make you pay |
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All the plastic clowns have taken me |
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To the moon that wasn't grey |
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Can you give back to God what brought you here |
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Everyone around you suffocates |
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Think I don't believe in God |
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Everyone around you thinks I'm insane |
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But the drugs have made me grey |
