I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream...
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the venemous kind.
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I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans,
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and you didn't mind.
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It's not the way I want it.
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It's just the way I see it.
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I wish I didn't need it.
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On the inside, the venom's not kind.
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I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated.
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I wish I was a little more rock.
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This time it's not right.
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The antedote.
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It's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.
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I'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme,
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and everything's fine.
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It's not the way I want it.
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It's just the way I see it.
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I wish I didn't feel it.
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I wish I didn't need it.
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On the inside, the venom feels fine.
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Never Heard Of Corduroy
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| None More Black |
