Well it's hot like ouch
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And I'm chained to the couch
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And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth
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Like a thousand words
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Circuits burst
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Crowd screams and here comes the hearse
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And I'm jumping now
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Out of my chest
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As the crowds begin to scream
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And the winos wade into the barrooms
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To drink away the dreams
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And I can hear years worth of traffic
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Outside on that dirty street
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And I can see the lights turn
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From red to black to blue to brown to green
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And I been staring for so long
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My eyes begin to bleed
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Yes I been staring for so long
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My eyes begin to bleed
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When I was a young one
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They told me I left my rights at the door
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As I grow older this becomes true more and more
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Now I'm just staring out that open door
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I should be screaming
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But I ain't got no tears no more
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more
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Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me
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Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
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Now they're just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath
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Tryin' to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds
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Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit
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It's like pull, aim, click, bang, soar and shoot
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And the rain and wind they lick my skin
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'Til it's freezin' smooth
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And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
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Oh Yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
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When I was a young one
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They told me I left my rights at the door
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As I grow older this becomes true more and more
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Now I'm just starin' out that open door
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I should be screaming
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But I ain't got those tears no more
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more
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I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more
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Chained To The Couch
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The Devil Makes Three |