Oh pain
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I'm doing bad
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I'm getting answers to some questions
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That I never should have asked
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And it's getting old
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It's decomposing fact
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'Cause when I thought it couldn't get much worse
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Life stabbed me in the back
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I'd rather face the gallows
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'Cause nothing matters
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And I'll just change my name
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There is no love just appetite
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And its consequences keep you up at night
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Appetite is lust at best
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And it's up to us to figure out the rest
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I thought that I
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Was working towards the truth
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Thought if I waited long enough
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I'd put this passion to good use
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And in a flash
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Cut to me with head in hands
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In a fight without a cause I am a wounded veteran
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I'd rather face the gallows
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'Cause nothing matters
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And I'll just change my name
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There is no love just appetite
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And its consequences keep you up at night
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Appetite is lust at best
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And it's up to us to figure out the rest
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It's not right now to lose control the way I do
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(I am a slave to this)
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(I am a masochist)
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This one's got whiskers it's as old as ice, it's nothing new
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(I am a slave to this)
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(I am a masochist)
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I'd rather face the gallows
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'Cause, nothing matters
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And I'll just change my name
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There is no love just appetite
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And it's consequences keep you up at night
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Appetite is lust at best
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And it's up to us to figure out the rest
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The Ghost Of Saint Valentine
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| Bayside |
