She could hear them fucking through those thin hotel walls
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?She heard baby?s crying, she heard laughter, she heard sirens
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Red and blue lights flashing through those cheap hotel drapes
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Blood spilled out on the porcelain
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The bathtub?'s overflowing
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Paralytic states of dependency
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Our waking life?'s just a living dream
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Agitated states of amazement
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Never quite the woman that she wanted to be
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Never quite the woman that she wanted to be
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Spread out face down on those stained, cheap hotel sheets
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She spent the last years of her life running from the boy she used to be
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Cut her face wide open, shaved the bone down, then pumped her lips up exaggerated,
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A fucked up kind of feminine
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Paralytic states of dependency
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Our waking life?'s just a living dream
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Agitated states of amazement
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Never quite the woman that she wanted to be
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Never quite the woman that she wanted to be
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Night time at the hotel, there was fighting in the hall
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Thin chain lock to keep the world out, she held her breath till it was gone
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Standing naked in front of that hotel bathroom mirror,
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In her dysphoria's affection, she still saw her mother'?s son.
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Paralytic states of dependency
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Our waking life'?s just a living dream
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Agitated states of amazement
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Never quite the woman that she wanted to be
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By the time the ball dropped, it was already over
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No resolutions for the new year beginning tomorrow
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Paralytic States
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| Against Me! |
