Face down, I woke up on the floor, again.
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Spit it out-- the words I'll never say again.
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How can one create the mess I'm in?
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Easy. Happily invite it in.
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I feel the sky is closing in.
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My chest-- it hurts. I can not breathe.
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It's blinding me. I can not see.
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You make me... You make me sick.
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You make me... You make me sick.
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(I think I'm getting better)
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Explode! Hand grenade without a pin.
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Broken, you're better than you've ever been.
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Just think: I'm nothing, and I never win,
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because you're part of me, my only friend.
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You make me...You make me... You make me sick.
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You make me...You make me... You make me sick.
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I feel the sky is closing in.
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My chest-- it hurts. I can not breathe.
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It's blinding me. I can not see.
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You make me... You make me sick.
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You make me... You make me sick.
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(I think I'm getting better)
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Sick
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| Bif Naked |
