I'm going out of my mind
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Don't know who I am
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I don't understand meat
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And I wanna take to my wings, open wide
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And fly right back to me
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And return, with a poison worm in my beak
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And I'm going out of my skin
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My patience is thin, I'm lucky my hair ain't
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And I'm, I'm losin' it fast,
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my composure won't last
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I just acn't hold it in!
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No more sucking my cheeks
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No way holding in my spit,
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No more sucking in my cheeks
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No more holding in my spit
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I can't pretend that it's okay
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Time has come to deal with it!
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Deal with it! Deal with it! Deal with it!
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Deal with it!
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Deal with it! Deal with it! Deal with it!
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Deal with it!
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I'm gonna let it all out
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Like a fresh water trout
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Close your ears if you want to
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And I'm gonna scrape through the grime
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'Cause there is'nt much time, no I ain't foolin'
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I'm gonna spit up the seeds, in my chest
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Growin' weeds, we all gonna bloom sometime
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And I'm, I'm climbing the walls
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In the bathroom stalls,
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mummified in toilet paper! Yeah!
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Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
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Deal With It
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| Lunachicks |
