I want to crawl into the ground and not come out
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For 37 years, when my life runs out
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A demon in my mouth that spits words out
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Let everybody hate me, make me kill myself
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I want to lie below the weight of the sky
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And then I'll rise above the earth in a hurricane
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Spun into the wind with the whirling rain
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Reach into the top of a blackened sky
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Screaming as I fall to the earth to die
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I want to lie below the weight of the sky
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So into the basement and under the boards, I'll go (whoa, whoa)
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To live with the leeches that lurk in the undertow (whoa, whoa)
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I want to rot all the roots of the rest of the life above (whoa, whoa)
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And I will not rise
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So into the basement and under the boards, I'll go (whoa, whoa)
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To live with the leeches that lurk in the undertow (whoa, whoa)
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I want to rot all the roots of the rest of the life above (whoa, whoa)
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And then I'll wait as the world wilts and nothing is left but smoke (whoa, whoa)
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Ha ha ha ha ha
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I will not rise
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Under The Boards
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Saves the Day |