All the words in my mouth
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that the scene deemed unworthy of letting out
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banded together to form a makeshift militia
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and burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.
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And I stood proud in the gallery
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With my open socket of a mouth for them to see.
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They all just laughed and said
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"That boy, he, that boy's got woe. Woe.
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He lives with woe. Woe."
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And this girl who I met
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Whose pride makes her hard to forget,
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She took pity on me horizontally
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But most likely because of my band.
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And it's all I can get when I'm lonely
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And these visions of death seem to own me
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In the quiet of the classrooms
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All across the stacked United States of Woe. Woe.
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We live with woe.
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She said "I can't get laid in this town
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Without these pointy fucking shoes.
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My feet are so black and blue and so are you."
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Please take me out of my body
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Up through the palm trees
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To smell California in sweet hypocrisy.
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Floating my senses surround my body.
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I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.
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So now I'm forging ahead
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Past all the plutocrats who sold me out.
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Go sob in your bed.
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If life is twice as pretty once your dead
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Then send me a card.
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I'm still the optimist though it is hard
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When all you want to be
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Is in a dream.
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(A dream)
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Woe
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