saying goodbye to all my oh-so-security
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i'm back to sqaure one, maybe negative fifteen
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in record time it's gone
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no more biting my nails or crossing my
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the spilt milk's dried up
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i'm so tired of crying for you
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when i am twenty-five will i be still alive
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cause i won't be getting any when i'm twenty-one
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this magma chamber is expanding
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ready to burst
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self-perpetuating negativity
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it feeds on us we can't control it, baby
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volcanic problems arise
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don't you dare give up on me tonight
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cause i might lose my mind
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but i'll hold on to you tightly
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will you help me sweep up all of this debris
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far be it from me to deny you what you need
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All This Negativity
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| Cruiserweight |
