Biting keeps your words at bay
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Tending to the sores that stay
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Happiness is just a gash away
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When i open a familiar scar
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Pain goes shooting like a star
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Comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...
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And you might say it's self-indulgent
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You might say its self-destructive
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But, you see, it's more productive
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Than if i were to be healthy
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& pens and penknives take the blame
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Crane my neck & scratch my name
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But the ugly marks
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Are worth the momentary gain...
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When i jab a sharpened object in
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Choirs of angels seem to sing
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Hymns of hate in memorandum
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And you might say it's self-indulgent
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And you might say it's self-destructive
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But, you see, it's more productive
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Than if i were to be happy
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And sappy songs about sex and cheating
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Bland accounts of two lovers meeting
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Make me want to give mankind a beating
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And you might say it's self-destructive
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But, you see, i'd kick the bucket
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Sixty times before i'd kick the habit
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And as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought
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That even if i quit
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There's not a chance in hell i'd stop
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And anyone can see the signs
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Mittens in the summertime
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Thank you for your pity, you are too kind
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And you might say its self-inflicted
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But you see that's contradictive
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Why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?
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And pain opinions are sitcom feeding
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They dont know that their minds are teething
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Makes me want to give mankind a beating
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I'm tried bandages and sinking
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I've tried gloves and even thinking
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I've tried vaseline
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I've tried everything
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And no-one cares if your back is bleeding
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They're concerned with their hair receding
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Looking back it was all maltreating
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Every thought that occurred misleading
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Makes me want to give myself a beating....
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Bad Habit
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| The Dresden Dolls |
