ThereĄŻs a slice in my neck
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ItĄŻs been there since before I was born
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I was breathing like a fish in a womb
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In a tank full of fluid
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I did nine months
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Til the doc, cut me loose
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My mother was filled with popcorn
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Soaked in strawberry hill booze
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Everyday is like the first
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But with a harder head
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Everyday is like the first
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But with a harder head
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That slice in my neck
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ItĄŻs oozing jelly clear as glass
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Between my fingers and my thumb
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ItĄŻll stretch for inches between the bones
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Everyday is like the first
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But with a harder head
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Everyday is like the first
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But with a harder head
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Fish In A Womb
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| The Faint |
