I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
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But I know, I know I asked for this myself
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I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick, sick, sick
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Humans have their needs, living in a fairytale, it's tearing at the seams
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The dank reject, the devil in a dress, exactly what you see
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Sick, Sick, Sick, it's sick, sick, sick
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[Chorus:]
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You made a mess of things
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My what a mess you've made
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I hate the way you make me feel
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I hate the way you make me
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In your world it's cold outside
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So button up and open wide
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I hate the way you make me feel sick, sick, sick
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Oh woah, oh, oh, oh [x2]
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If memory serves me correct I gave you all, you gave me less
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Your sexcapades deliver checks but can't afford you self-respect
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And it's sick, sick, sick
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Humans on their knees, living in a fairytale, it's tearing at the seams
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The dank reject, the devil in a dress, exactly what you see
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Sick, Sick, Sick, it's sick, sick, sick
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[Chorus]
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Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes
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We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
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The watch can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day
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And we pray it's not too late
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Spare bricks can be dead weight
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Sick, Sick, Sick, it's sick, sick, sick [x2]
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[Chorus]
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Sick, Sick, Sick
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