third-floor guggenheim, staring at the face of genius
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blue-eyes burn from behind a canvass intense and bright
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out of hope, out of luck, dead-end existence layed out before me
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it's a black day when you realize that your life's just a waste of time
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see you around, i think it's time
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kill myself tonight
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i really want to, you know i'm going to
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riding on the verge of a nervous breakdown, over-come with emotion
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want to do something rash and symbolic, impale myself on love
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see you around, i think it's time
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kill myself tonight
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i really want to, you know i'm going to
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kill myself - kill myself tonight
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Kill Myself Tonight
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