| As I write the end I am intense debating
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| While I kiss the ground
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| I find myself there waiting
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| When it does come down to hit the ground
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| I won’t deign to bleed for anyone
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| No I will never bleed for anyone
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| Grimaces and empty faces
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| I swear not to fool around
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| But I won’t deign to bleed for anyone
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| When I serve myself with a sixpack and a rum
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| Then I dance on the ground forever
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| I won’t fix anything with anyone until I go to
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| Serve myself with a sixpack and a rum
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| Then I see so much clearer
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| I choose the pitchblack bubblegum
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| And now I know more?
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| So I cast a spell on while I drink the potion
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| I’m so very sure that this sea is an ocean
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| My truth is a pathetic clown
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| I won’t deign to trust in anyone
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| No I will never trust in anyone
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| Absent smiles on glaring faceson
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| I swear not to fool around
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| But I won’t deign to trust in anyone
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| When I serve myself with a sixpack and a rum
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| Then I dance on the ground forever
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| I won’t fix anything with anyone until I go to
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| Serve myself with a sixpack and a rum
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| Then I see so much clearer
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| I choose the pitchblack bubblegum
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| And now I know more?
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| I see you bleeding now
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| I never ever ever know what I would do
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| But I know, I know that everything I do
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| I serve myself with a sixpack and a rum
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| Then I dance on the ground forever
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| I won’t fix anything with anyone until I go to
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| Serve myself with a sixpack and a rum
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| Then I see so much clearer
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| I choose the pitchblack bubblegum
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| Until I go for all |