I read your palm in a bowl of spit
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It's not looking good
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Spirits low, yes life is shit
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I thought you understood
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You say these words, "why just me
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I thought I did so well"
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You're the perfect creep that god forgot
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See you soon in hell
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You ask if I detest myself
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Sometimes, yes I do
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I try so hard to love myself
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but mostly I hate you
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A zombie jerk without a will
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You'd better surface now
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I know I am the king of the hill
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Rather reptile than cow
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The sky is red as I watch you fall
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I know that you belong
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In a green and pink room of plastic walls
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where no light is on
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The proper church of your empty shell
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There is no wrong in staying
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Home is where you hang yourself
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Where you end the pain
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Cyclo - F
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