I'm not myself, I am
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A broken boxer stuffed with glass and sand
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This is not how health should feel
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Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly
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I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see
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The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
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I'm dead now, can you hear the relief
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As life's belligerent symphony's finally ceased, oh
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I put my heart where my mouth is
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Now I can't thumb it down again
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I've gone deviled my kidneys
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Now he's living inside of me
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If we can't bring an exorcist
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I'll settle for one of your stiffest drinks
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We'll scream hell towards heaven's door
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And now I'll piss on your front porch
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I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see
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The life has been mined from me, burned for the heat, oh
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I'm dead now, can you hear the relief
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As life's belligerent symphony's finally ceased, oh
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We're all dead now, join hands and we'll sing
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To the glory of hell and the virtue of sin
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There's something wrong with me
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There's something wrong with me
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There's something wrong with me
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And there is nothing like poetry
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So there you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies
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There is something wrong with me
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Oh, there's something wrong with me
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Oh, there's nothing like poetry
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Oh you rob me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies
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There is something wrong with me
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Dead Now
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| Frightened Rabbit |
