Tearing out my hair
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on a bedroom floor
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empty all the meds
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never anymore
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for sure
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throbbing in my flesh
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breaking out in scarlet sores
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in therapy I've been enslaved
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I think I'll medicate this rage
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So now I cross the line
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(tearing out my on a bedroom floor)
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Fixing up the drugs
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with a tiny flame
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put 'em in my lungs
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and forget my name
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I blame my parents for molesting me
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with self-fulfilling prophecies
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the teacher for indulging me
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shit dressed up in fury, fear and shame
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So now I've crossed the line
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(put 'em in my lungs, forget my name)
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High, and I'll try
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I'll get high
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and I'll drive
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If I were the keys
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then where would I be
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if it's up to me
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then I'll be free
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if I were the keys
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then where would I be
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if it's up to me
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then I will be free
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yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Surgically Removing The Tracking Device
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| Say Anything |
