Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway
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Take a look at eye full towers
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Never trust them dirty liars
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Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues
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All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway
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I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
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So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
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Fake the heat and scratch the itch
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Skinned up knees and salty lips
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I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life
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And when you binge I purge alike
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Let go it's harder holding on
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One more trip and I'll be gone
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So keep your head up
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Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
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Take a breath and make it big
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It's the last you'll ever ge
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Break your neck with diamond noose
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It's the last you'll ever choose
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I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
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Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
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Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart
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| Stone Temple Pilots |
