Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself.
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And I wonder: Does everyone else live this way?
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A succession of tests, a triumphant success,
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Each time, I'm still in-tact, at the end of the day.
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Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass
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With my breath held. You bastards, you lucked out again!
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It's not really so bad. There¡¯s still mom, there¡¯s still
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Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands.
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It's no mystery: you should obviously go,
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Before I break everything.
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You¡¯re always telling me that you're dying to know;
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But you¡¯re not really listening.
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How do I manage to station myself in harms way,
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And only get hit with a ticket for loitering...
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That I have no way to pay? And no strength to argue.
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My personal demons can scheme with professional care...
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Oh, god, they're after me!
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If I could shut them out just for a second,
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I swear:
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I could stop this catastrophe.
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Thirty day guarantee,
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But they can't have meant me.
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After all, I was born to a child-proof world.
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No sharp corners, or glass,
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Small objects, or plastic bags.
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Please, these are death to a delicate girl.
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It's no mystery - you should obviously know
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That I¡¯ll destroy everything.
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So don't go telling me that you're dying to know-
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'Cause you¡¯ll get what you're asking for.
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And I still manage to station myself in harm's way,
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And only get hit with a ticket for loitering,
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Stating I came the wrong day.
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Now all the demons are screaming, their wages aren't fair.
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I've left a secret kept.
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If I could shut them up just for a second, I swear:
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It¡¯ll look like an accident.
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I could be decent yet!
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The magnificent end:
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I could be president....
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Thirty Whacks
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| The Dresden Dolls |
