I don't step on roaches
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when they crawl across my floor
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If I saw your body burning in the street
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I'd put you out with gasoline
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When the garbage piles up past my knees
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and the rats are running free
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I'll say we're even -
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you'll know it's the end of something
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Touch our fear
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Don't be afraid
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When the tears from your eyes
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that you cried have dried
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And there's nothing left to say
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When you see that the time
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we spent together meant nothing
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And you couldn't make me stay
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Remember me and my eyes and how they saw you
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Remember me and my voice and what I said
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It's over and now there's nothing -
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it's the end of something
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Touch our fear
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Don't be afraid
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When the laughter dies away and I finally see
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that the joke was on me
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When the cold wind blows through my clothes
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and there's nowhere warm for me to go
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When my flesh pulls tight across my bones
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And I'm thinking I'd be better off stoned
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I'll know - it's the end of something
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The End Of Something
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Henry Rollins |