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There's something in my mouth A taste that won't wash out It fills me with disgust And I feel like throwing up There's just no end to it |
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There's something up my ass Feels like some broken glass It itches like a bitch And I just can't pull it out It's like forever stuck |
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And I try to get through Each and every fucking day With my sanity intact... Come what may And I try to hold on; To live my life my way I will not survive, they say |
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The shit is in my eyes The crap is on the rise I'm covered with the stuff; I scrub from head to toe The smell still remains |
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The slime is all around It trickles from the ground I slip and slide and fall Face down into this mess I'm nearly drowning |
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And I try to get through Each and every fucking day With my sanity intact... Come what may And I try to hold on; To live my life my way I will not survive, they say |
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I dream the dreams I think the thoughts I stand my ground I won't get caught |
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I dream the dreams I think the thoughts I stand my ground I won't get caught |
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I dream the dreams I think the thoughts I stand my ground... |
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And I try to get through Each and every fucking day With my sanity intact... Come what may And I try to hold on; To live my life my way I will not survive, they say |
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