I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulse
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Always make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does
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They just plow through knocking you down
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With a smug look on their faces
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So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis
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Would it be out of line
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To spend the rest of my life in my head?
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While I'm running my thumb all along on a razor's edge?
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Getting warm in the tub while I'm watching the clouds
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Of the blood I spread
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But I never said
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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Was DROP DEAD.
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I'm a loner, like or not. A Marat. Inside I'm lonely
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Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony
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Light a candle, open my hand, and I'll end retaliations
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From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations
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Would it be too benign
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To spend the rest of my time in my head?
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Am I hurting myself to remember? Like Orson's sled?
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I've been waiting so long for the words to this song
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I bet I bleed to death
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But I never said
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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Was DROP DEAD.
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Now I hope that magically I will emerge back into life
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Even though I'm vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine
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Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world
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And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd
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DROP DEAD.
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Was what I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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Was DROP DEAD.
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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Was DROP DEAD.
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say
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What I wanted to say...
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Bleeding Ceremony
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
