Poison thoughts in my mind
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Got to free myself from this bind
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I know I'm a reasoning guy
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In an act like Jesus Christ
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Stare into the sun
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You don't see eye to eye with anyone
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I throw it all away (Don't talk to me no more)
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The more I think, the less I've got to say (I don't remember you no more)
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About these poison years: it's just a memory
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And every time you knock me down
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It's all that I can do to get up off the ground
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Pull myself apart again
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At the end of this rope
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Rope at the end of the line
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I see you swing by your neck on a vine
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Treason is the reason for my poison years
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Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years
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Poison years in my mind
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Got to free myself from this bind
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I know I'm a reasoning guy
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Every time you knock me down
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It's all that I can do to get up
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To get up off the ground
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Poison Years
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| Bob Mould |
