there are many things i'm tired of
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that's what she said
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then she took out a knife
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and said off with my head
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what's the use in knowing that the rest of you's dead
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what good is a brain if it's all you got left
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there's a part that you have missed
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don't need proof that i exist
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you don't know i'm far away
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from those awful things you say
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what you put at the top of the neck
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to replace the skull
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a balloon that you found
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at the shopping mall
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then you took out a pen, drew on a happy face
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now she walks around like her own parade
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there are words you'll never hear
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you've got poison in your ear
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you don't know i'm far away
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from those awful things you say
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come on i want a new reason to feel
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a way to know that all i see is real
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free from all your toxic melodies
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free from all the sadness that i see
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(are you sick of your skin
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here's a bag to bury you in
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you've got a lot of nerve
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and you'll get what you deserve)
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sing me something good this time
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tired of wicked lullabies
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you don't know i'm far away
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from those awful things you say
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[repeat]
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(i'm a living time bomb, baby
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come light my fuse
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go ahead and call me crazy
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but that's overused.)
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Off With Your Head
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Sleater-Kinney |