Ain't what I want
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Ain't who I am
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That's all I know
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But I take it to the other side
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Wish fools and freaks wrapped in my genes
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I'm all wiped out
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As I take it to the other side
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But what could I do?
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Could this be the end?
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Let go of it all
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Could this be the end?
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It's all I could do... baby
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'Cause I'm a "designer fetus" that's gone wrong
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And I can't make me alright
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I reach for things and feel nothings
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But I feel like God and I wave my hand
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As I take it to the other side
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I threw it all away for good
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And all I got was a ticket to a broken mind
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But what could I do?
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Could this be the end?
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Alone in the storm
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Watch me disappear
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There's nothing I can do
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To bring me back in
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Could it be over?
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If I could feel some love would it wake me from this crazy dream
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And maybe make me see again?
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I don't need nothing but...
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Therapy, therapy
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Make me clean again
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Therapy, therapy
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Make me feel again
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Therapy, therapy
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Make me see again
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Therapy, therapy
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Make me clean again
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Therapy, therapy
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Make me feel again
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Therapy, therapy
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Make me see again
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Heard a voice in my head..."find Marilyn!"
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The End
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| Fake? |
