Mom, please wake up.
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I can't sleep. My head's fucked.
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I need a hug or a drug.
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Please decide.
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What's up doc?
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Do I think of suicide?
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In this room, yes I do.
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Where's my form?
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Now question 38: do you have trouble sleeping late?
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Sure, I've got probs sleeping in.
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Please pump me full of Klonopin
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Mom, doc, stop taking bets
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on whether I smoke cigarettes.
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Prescribe goggles.
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Make it dark all the time.
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Go to school. Get beat up.
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Go to sleep.
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You're so bald.
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You don't know about my
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Life with hair.
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Stop the interrogation.
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I'm a panic bomb.
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Please step away from me.
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Panic bomb. Panic bomb.
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Hey, Anne, I really think
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You shouldn't tell me I can't drink.
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Sorry, John. You're my best friend
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I didn't mean to try and kick your ass in the van.
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I can't do weekly visits.
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Three to six months for results?
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Fuck that shit.
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I'm a panic bomb.
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Please step away from me.
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Panic bomb. Panic bomb.
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And I know that you're all just trying to help
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But I really think you're all just trying to get rich.
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I don't need to be addicted to anything else.
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I don't need to be addicted to anything else.
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I'm A Panic Bomb, Baby!
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| Bomb The Music Industry! |
