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jumper, tough luck, what is the point?
Fame, fortune, infinite portions, all emotional junk
Such self-centered people we all love to whine
who doesnt crave attention when youve got something to hide
Maybe Ill tell you I love you for now
Maybe a conscience would let me know how
Guilt and exhaustion wrapped in rusty old wire
the worst news will come when your sick and youre tired
xerox my mouth... and Ill just hand those out
cut off my arms... they only do harm
never asked for... a god d*mn thing from you
but just this once... could you try... not be such a c**t
leaving, its a surgical affair
cut quick, clean up your mess, disinfect the skin, the hair
had a ball but now darlin turn out the light
its blinding and open up ya curtain so people can stare (at whats hardly there)
Maybe Ill tell you I love you for now
Maybe my conscience will let me know how
exhaustion and guilt and an old rusty wire
the worst news would come when your sick and your tired
xerox my mouth... and Ill just hand those out
cut off my arms... they only do harm
never asked for... a god d*mn thing from you