textbook infection started in the month of June
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first my mouth grew tired and then the madness will consume
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sick of letting all of these lumps in my dry throat explode
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next time i will cut them out and let the dizzy ooze flow
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into the streets eating away at everything
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bringing civilization to its knees as i strap the bomb to my body
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they tell me that they'll miss me
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and this situation is so goddamn bittersweet
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gotta get rid of me
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a makeshift remedy serum is injected into my veins
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as we're counting down the minutes to when my ailment will strike again
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the dynamite is strapped to my chest, it seems the only answer
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as they pace back and forth with anxiousness
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hoping they have found a cure for homesickness like this
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and my skin starts turning black, and they all take a few steps back
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and give them one last smile, push the detonator, and start to laugh
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but it's really not that bad, see this was the solution all along
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my memories were quarantined so we'll set them free in this song
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it's really not that bad, see this was the solution all along
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my memories were quarantined, so we'll set them free in this song
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set them free in this song
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now we're finally home, it feels good not to be alone
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just remember you must tend to it, for it to really grow
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a garden of broken friendships reminds you you survived
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click your heels three times and pray that you will make it out alive
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Homesick
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Spill Canvas |