If I blow my head off talking to you
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I know a tape recorder's got nothing to do
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with a lack of interest in living life
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when a hundred pound depression straps down tight
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does anybody hear me
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does anybody care
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is anybody listening
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is anybody up there
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covered my eyes up Sunday morning
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from the momentary lack of stable ground
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looked for you and the room was spinning
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you left me hanging with nothing but me around
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If I pull my heart out thinking of you
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and then the holes in the skin come bleeding through
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what's the point in keeping on
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when a whole and a half of the half's gone
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Cover Up
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| Sicko |
