(Dulli)
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I'll warn you, if cornered, I'll scratch my way out of the pen
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Wired, an animal
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The claustrophobia begins
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You think I'm scared of girls
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Well maybe
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But I'm not afraid of you
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You want to scare me then you'll cling to me no matter what I do
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Tell you a secret
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They shared a needle once or twice
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I loved her, she loved me
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We slept together a couple of times
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You think I'm proud of this
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Well maybe
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But the shame you never lose
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Infatuated with a lunatic and cornered by the muse
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And it goes down every night
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This must be what jail is really like
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And I will scratch my way out of this pen, again
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Lonely?
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Maybe
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Or maybe not
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It all depends
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Your ideal, your image
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Your definition of a friend
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If what you're shoveling is company
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Then I'd rather be alone
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Resentment always goes much further than it was supposed to go
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What Jail Is Like
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The Afghan Whigs |