I'm starting to crave a kalashnikov
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I'm spending my pennies at your thoughts
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I'm hearing them all
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Through windows and walls
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They're pulling the feathers under my wings
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They're feeding my anti-anxiety pills
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They're making me ill
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All of the pills
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Are making me ill
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Twist me like your smile
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So I can hide in here
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Safe for a while
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And oh, what can you say
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The colour photographs are fading away
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Oh, what can you do
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They've got the lenses on
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And staring through you
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Windows & Walls
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| My Vitriol |
