I¡¯m nicotine
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I¡¯m coming clean
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I fooled the crowd
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when I made it sound like I was more than ready
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strike up the band
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deprive my sleep
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cause there¡¯s no love like apathy
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the bell that tolls rings loud enough
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that it should have woke us up
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I¡¯m trying to find truth
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in words, in rhymes, in notes
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in all the things I wish I¡¯d wrote
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cause I feel like I¡¯ve been losing you
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I read your last entry
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over-privileged kids keep crying
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the need to fit in gets harder
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when living life from a screen
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old classmates please drop all your pens
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don¡¯t write a word cause I won't reply
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and I¡¯m not bitter, no it's just I¡¯ve passed that point in my life
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I¡¯m trying to find truth
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in words, in rhymes, in notes
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in all the things I wish I'd wrote
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cause I feel like I¡¯ve been losing you
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each night it ends too soon
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you don¡¯t hold me like you used to
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and your eyes look like they¡¯ve seen too much 'cause
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it's always some excuse
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too tired, too obtuse
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you look so far, removed
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this time I fear I¡¯m losing you for good
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I'mm nicotine... I'm a cash machine
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I'm the color green
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and you should've seen the looks I just received
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I need a reason to let go
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an intervention, or a lullaby
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something to cure me, please believe me--
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I¡¯m trying to find truth
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in words, in rhymes, in notes
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in all the things I wish I'd wrote
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cause I feel like I¡¯ve been losing you
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each night it ends too soon
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you don¡¯t hold me like you used to
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and your eyes look like they¡¯ve seen too much but
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it's always some excuse
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too tired, too obtuse
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you look so far removed
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this time I fear I¡¯m just not getting through
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I'm Ready, I Am
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