| I’m not going anywhere; |
| I have way too much to lose
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| Even though I’m killing myself,
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| It’s no indication I won’t come through
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| Don’t go making plans to fill my absence
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| Even though I’ve been gone too long
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| I can stamp my foot and split in two
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| But I’ll be whole before the dawn.
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| Say I’ve been to hell and back
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| Well you got it wrong, I never did return
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| Lay my head on the chopping block and
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| I’ll hand you the hatchet.
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| Strewn again from limb to limb
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| A slap and a tickle and a hand in the till
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| Between extremes is mighty grim
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| I’ll be free in a minute of my free will
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| Two on a bed gone round the bed
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| I laugh and writhe the more I try
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| My mind fell apart for you to mend
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| I sing to you and you reply.
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| Say I’ve been to hell and back
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| Well you got it wrong, I never did return
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| Lay my head on the chopping block and
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| I’ll hand you the hatchet.
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| Soon as my head hit the pillow
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| He took it as his cue to shake me back awake
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| Could have killed him bout a couple of times
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| By laying in wait and tearing down the drapes
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| If I stomp hard enough
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| He’ll slip in the soap and
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| I’ll wave good-bye as he’s circling the drain.
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| I’m not going anywhere, I have way too much to lose
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| Even though I’m killing myself,
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| It’s no indication I won’t come through
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| Don’t go making plans to fill my absence
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| Even though I’ve been gone too long
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| I could stamp my foot and split in two
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| But I’ll be whole before the dawn. |