I want to throw up, but for now I hold back
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I can¡¯t express just how I¡¯m feeling, its true
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You want to grow up, but there¡¯s a problem with that
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There¡¯s no where to go for someone who¡¯s as stunted as you
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Its true that I¡¯m disgusted with myself as well
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My tongue can not be tamed
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It¡¯s on a fire straight from hell
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I eat the dirt you kick up, and flaw the chord that resonates
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A gentle word I can not find a way to enunciate
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You make me, you make me oh so sick
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Oh so sick
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You make me, yeah you know you make me
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Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
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Still your voice, pump your stomach
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Set the garbage free
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Oh I know you don¡¯t get drunk
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You just drink socially
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Your reasons are all invalids, they can¡¯t stand up
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And when you talk I hear the brain cells die
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So keep your mouth shut
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I didn¡¯t wake up to find myself as a bug
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I¡¯ve been one for much longer than I care to recall
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I¡¯m not a junkie lost in interzone or under the rug
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I just eat the bug powder then I climb up the wall
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You make me, you make me oh so sick
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Oh so sick
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You make me, yeah you know you make me
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Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
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You make me, you make me oh so sick
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Oh so sick
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You make me, yeah you know you make me
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Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick,
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You make me, you make me oh so sick
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Oh so sick
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You make me, yeah you know you make me
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Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
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Sick, sick, sick I get sicker every day
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Naked Lunch
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