| In the tumbling day light
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| A fever of your own
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| Crawl out from your
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| Teenage grave yard
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| Run the rattling bones
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| Rough enough I pretend to like it
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| Turn this girl into gold
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| Bring it up and I’ll completely deny it
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| Spin my words into ghosts
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| Arms are heavy
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| Scars on everyone
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| From teenage chains
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| I don’t think I’ll like it
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| Don’t think I want it all
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| I don’t think I’ll find it
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| Don’t think I need it all
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| It hits right here when it fits right there
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| It’s no good but the kids don’t care
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| They like it, dead honey, dead honey
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| Dead honey, you’re dead honey
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| Holy vicoden queen’s ascending
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| Choking wives into sleep
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| Frame my integrity
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| Or what’s left in me
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| The spaces in between
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| I’m a slave to myself uncertain
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| Runs in the family
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| Dead honey and your happy ending
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| The beat will bury me
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| Are you ready
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| Sick and steady
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| Please just let me go
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| I don’t think I’ll like it
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| Don’t think I want it all
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| I don’t think I’ll find it
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| Don’t think I need it all
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| It hits right here when it fits right there
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| It’s no good but the kids don’t care
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| They like it, dead honey, dead honey
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| Dead honey, you’re dead honey
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| Dead honey, dead honey
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| I can believe and I can pretend
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| Having these thoughts again and again
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| I don’t think I’ll like it
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| Don’t think I want it all
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| I don’t think I’ll find it
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| Don’t think I need it all
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| It hits right here when it fits right there
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| It’s no good but the kids don’t care
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| They like it, dead honey, dead honey
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| Dead honey, you’re dead honey
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| Dead honey, dead honey
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| (Ha, they’re lying, they like it)
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| (Ha, ha, they’re lying, they like it)
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| (Ha, they’re lying, they’re lying) |