My head is pounding I can't stop the pounding
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I think it is going to explode
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and kill everybody who's in close proximity to the place I call my home
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and they'll make a movie made for tv movies for Life Time all about my life
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that ends with an epitaph one that will make you laugh
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that says "great mom okay wife"
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and it'll be funny to the people who know me
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who know if my body's not burned
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my soul will spend an eternity in misery
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tethered and bound to this earth
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so I'm not a dick or a stick in the mud always ruining things for my friends
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I mustn't forget when I see the sun set that tomorrow it will rise again
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so I tattoo instructions on my ass
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that say "don't ever put this body in a casket
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burn it and put the ashes in a basket
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and throw them in the Puget Sound
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I don't ever want to be under ground"
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oh no, oh no
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I'm wearing size thirteen basketball shoes
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and lavender fishnets
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I'm freaked out and fucked up
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and I'm standing alone in an alley with you
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wanting to show you a cure for your hiccups
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but instead I close my eyes
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the needles are numbered so I'm writing you letters
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and I cannot disguise the fact that I'm nervous when we are together
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and so I fantasize
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that the nights will get shorter and the days will get better
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I feel a kick inside and decide
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if this is a girl I'm naming her Heather
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she'll look just like you but her hair will be feathered
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she'll say how you died before you ever met her
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her hair will be feathered
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my head is pounding I can't stop the pounding
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I think it is going to explode
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there are plus and minuses to sinusitis
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like sometimes I get to go home
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but mostly it hurts so bad I think I'm dying
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I just blew my nose and now I feel like crying
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and the dreams that I have are all of my past lives
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and the seizures would paralyze me in the night
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and I wake up clutching my teddy bear tight
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and I'm drooling and trying to turn on the light
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all I can do is hold fast and sit tight
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but what if they forget 'cause you know they just might
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so I tattoo instructions on my ass
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that say "don't ever put this body in a casket
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burn it and put the ashes in a basket
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and throw them in the Puget Sound
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I don't ever want to be under ground"
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oh no, oh no
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Underground
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Kimya Dawson |