dust in my house is piling up,
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spiders on my bed, i can't sleep,
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i'm talking to bottles about love and hate,
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making bottle talk.
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down in your club, spending my dimes,
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what a steal sucking down, my friend on tap,
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i was looking for friendship,
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but all i got is a headache.
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drunk in your club? could've seen it coming,
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i wasn't looking for trouble but for a friend.
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you let me in,
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to feed my soul,
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but now it's time,
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you kick me out,
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you're just living,
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on people's pain,
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it only numbs,
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the pain remains.
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banned from your club,
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but i'm feeling so free,
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there's no solution,
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in your house now i see.
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The Club
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| Burning Heads |
