There's a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart,
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yeah, it's got a lot to do with haven't finished what I started;
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and at any second now I think it all might fall apart,
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'cause there's a God-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart, yeah.
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There's a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame,
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yeah, he likes to poke around and he likes to tell me things
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and whenever I begin to feel like I might be deranged
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I remember there's a little shitty devil in my brain, yeah.
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Oh, I wonder what it's like to
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be the type who doesn't burn,
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yeah the kind who fights the good fight
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not the kind you find
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fisti-fucking-cuffing in the dirt.
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There's a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
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and I can't seem to change my attitude but I can change my shirt,
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'cause you know, I actually at times I can be a good start,
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but not today,
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there's still a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart.
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Yeah,
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in my heart,
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yeah,
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oh, no,
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oh, yeah.
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Dread In My Heart
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| Mother Mother |
