Bored to life you shower with a knife
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You mix Ambien and motorbikes
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She heaves a sigh in the middle of the night
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That says come inside her and it kills the vibe
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Bored to life you huff glue and wine
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You paint portraits of pretty babies
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Crying out a short bus eyes for you
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(wa wa wa wa)
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You gravitate towards lovers named
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After days you were weak and hurricanes
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And hope that they hold you like an avalanche
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And I hit my head and I had a vision quest
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I rode on the wings of a giant talking bat
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Said to trust my sonar
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'cause happiness don't ever last
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And I can feel it
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Can you feel it?
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It's like a warm
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Atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us
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I can feel it, can you feel it?
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It's like a warm
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It's like a swarm
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Atomic cloud that's raining down, washing over us
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There must be something in the air
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That's making us all go crazy here
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Our friends are either breeding, dying,
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Or losing all their marbles trying
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Told me that you turn to pygmies
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And the dark arts to ease your suffering
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It's why you're running through the bushwick, a taser and a tan
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Don't blame me for your bouts of sadness,
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Blame the magic that makes the mattress
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Melt so wonderfully with another's body in the dark
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And I hate my head
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So I bury it in the sand
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If I razor cut some bangs
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Will I forget who I am?
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Staring at the man who's in the mirror
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And how the fuck did I live this long this way?
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(Hello
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Nice to meet you
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Certainly
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Charmed
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Thank you)
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Mister dagger, meet mister back, inseparable, together at last.
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These days I feel like a pariah,
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An albatross with my feathers on fire
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Stop and drop and roll the flames
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But they don't slow, they just grow brighter
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And will you help me search party for my hidden Indians?
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The parts of me that I scalped to be
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A well-adjusted man
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And home surgery all the fondest memories
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That keep me bound like blackened ice
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To motorcycle crash
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And I pour myself a cup of mummy brown
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And I'll carve a coffin out of tramp art that I've found
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Cut me down if you love me and let me sway if you don't
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Stare at the man who's in the mirror
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And how the fuck did I live this long?
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And I can feel it!
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Can you feel it?
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I can feel it!
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Can you feel it?
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I can feel it!
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Can you feel it?
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I can feel it!
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Can you feel it?
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I can feel it!
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Can you feel it?
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I can feel it!
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Ahhh!
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Dark Arts
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Man Man |