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作曲 : Benjamin Johnson |
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"I wanted to ask you something because you're a doctor, right…" |
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"Yeah" |
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"I don't like myself sometimes. Can you help me?" |
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"Barry, I'm a dentist." |
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Get to the church light |
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I need to reaffirm with God |
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That I'm none of his concern |
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Leave me in therapy |
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Maybe someday I'll be okay, (or) fit for release |
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But don't hold your breath |
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Misguided notions of what I do best |
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Come to mind, leading me to see |
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Nothing except the back of that formal piece of **** |
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Well I'm done, so convince someone else |
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They're functionless |
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Every part of a made up mess |
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They're functionless |
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Every part of a made up mess |
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And if doc says today that I'm not worthless |
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I bet that I can finally prove it; |
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Those fingernails are growin' into my skin |
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Trembling like a headache, I'm awake feelin' nostalgic; |
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Those pair of lenses know that my head is still talkin' |
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I hope I sleep tonight |
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And I hope you keep fiendin' |
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Over the white and red miserable death pumpin' in your chest |
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Wasting away any trace of normal blood so the fingers feel drunk |
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Erasing any prospect that the rest of life will feel less numb |
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We'll make it out, it's been too many days |
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We're all fed up inside our graves |
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We'll make it out, it's been too many days |
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We're all fed up inside our graves |
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No we won't, I've tried enough to know we won't |
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Give it up, I've tried enough so give it up |
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No we won't, I've tried enough to know we won't |
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Give it up, I've tried enough so give it up |
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(We'll make it out, it's been too many days |
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We're all fed up inside our graves) |
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I've got my head back |
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I've got (one-two-three-four) |
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I've got my head back, again |
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I'm thinkin' of the time when everyone was yellin' for us to stop being such pests |
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Andy is outside looking at his insides, and Alex moved out west |
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When you're alone eatin' your own throat |
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Does it hurt, this much to laugh? |
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Talking to yourself and made up names |
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Telling you "We'll be right back." |
