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Rotten bars with decay in the air
and there's shit in the middle
suffocated by doors and walls
but i still don't get the riddle
staring in the corner of your room
waiting for the moment to make your move
Should i call this home?
i guess i'll call this home
should i call this home?
i guess i'll never know
Rotten bars with a scent of disgrace
intoxication is on her mind
it's what you take but not what you give
isn't this what i say all the time?