How the mind does shout for rest
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When the bodies shaken, yeah
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Oh the tightness in my chest
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Still your leaves I'm raking
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Lord is this a test
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Was it fun creating, yeah?
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My god's a little sick
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And he wants me crazy
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Who
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Are you
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Who can say
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It's ok to live through me?
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Live to be
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Part of me
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You're a wrinkled magazine
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Yeah
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Was it something that I said?
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Was it how they're breaking, yeah
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I'm so selfish, paying your rent
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While your blood I'm taking
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You
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Spend me
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Like a tree
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Dirty dollar bills for leaves
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Dark in a sea
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Of my seeds
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And the tears on which you feed
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You feed
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The body is a temple
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A dormant alter
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To where infantile men lie around
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Itching and nibbling
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For a small piece of sanity
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Of which you can not give
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Shit!
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Individuality
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Buying pennies with my soul
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And a little Heaven spent
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While the Hell I'm taking
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Thieves
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Parasites
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Hide from life
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You know they'll remember me
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They are abhored
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In self-worth
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All that matters much to me
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A Little Bitter [Remix]
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Alice In Chains |