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One, two, three and four...
I think this time I'm dying
I'm not melodramatic
I'm just pragmatic beyond any reasoning
For thinking, I've got fucking rabies or something
I think this time I'm dying
I think this time I'm dying.
I think I've lost my mind
Blurring the fact and the fictions
While simultaneously fixing
Myself up with a girl
Named panadol
Bite the tablet, elixir
Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind.
If I could just break one more night
Maybe I could wake up and feel alright
My optimistically set alarm clock time
Serves only to mock me with flashing lights.
I think I've made my choice
I'm a disease playing victim
Slip the face slip the victory
I think I've made my choice
Sick, secluded and hatred
Void the plans friends are making
I think I've found my voice
I'm a leech-sucking blood bags
Taste defeat, it's a sandbag.
Saline solution
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your problems.
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