| I kicked it altogether last night
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| I had this dream I was alone
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| Been lying with me for nine years and counting
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| Got what I want, why am I miserable?
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| Kick this new addiction out, it’s grown up
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| Inherited on the hush
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| From a smiling drunk to the embarrassing lush, love what?
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| I’m a magnet to whores and such
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| Now the happy disguise
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| The pill does this on its own
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| And like Thoreau
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| It’s a quiet place for me
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| The sticks or the woods
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| It’s all miles away from you
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| I got an angry thirst, we’re all whores
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| I got a sad, sad thirst, we’re all whores
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| I had a happy thirst, but then came you
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| I’m getting right back on it later tonight
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| It takes my mind off of the phone
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| How it’s been silent for two weeks in my pocket
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| How’d I get so fucking lovable?
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| Take my Midas shit powers to give out
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| Apologize to who I touch
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| I could have ruined you too but I was beaten to the punch, hug what?
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| Why should I care who you go fuck?
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| Now the happy disguise
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| The pill does this on its own
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| And like Thoreau, it’s a quiet place for me
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| The sticks or the woods, it’s all miles away from you
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| I got an angry thirst, we’re all whores
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| I got a sad, sad thirst, we’re all whores
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| I had a happy thirst before you and I
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| If I loved us, why do you make me sick?
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| Why do you make me sad?
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| Why do you make me sad?
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| Sick of your poor sick mouth, stop running it
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| For the last few months seem fucking years
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| Oh, to crack for this marginal sex with your dirty shit to spit
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| Why do you make me sad?
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| How many tricks until it drips
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| With this ugliness I’ve found?
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| I’m falling down
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| Why do you make me? |