She's grinding her teeth
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It's giving her headaches
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Every breath that her words take
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But she knows, that everyone of them have got to come out
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Or they won't forgive her
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The words will mean nothing
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The only thing they need is for the words to come out
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And we are so dishonest, so dishonest now
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And this is what you're all about
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And we are so dishonest, so dishonest now
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So dishonest with ourselves
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Now holding your breath and say what you're thinking
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Is anybody else burning up?
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Can I open a window? Should I tell them enough?
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Should I tell them enough?
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It's okay to give up
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'Cause nobody here could care less
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It's okay to give up
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And we are so dishonest, so dishonest now
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So dishonest with ourselves
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And we are so dishonest, so dishonest now
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And this is what you're all about
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Keep yourself distant anger mode
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Unhappy and alone
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Distant anger mode
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Unhappy and alone
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And we are so dishonest, so dishonest now
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So dishonest with ourselves
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And we are so dishonest, so dishonest now,
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And this is what you're all about
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So Sick We're Dead
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| The Front Bottoms |
