3-15's lost its charm
In street seclusion
They're bringing all the false alarm
So why all the amusement?
Demi Moore on the first go-round
I can't wait for Georgia
Something quiet just to keep me down
I'll try not to call ya
By the time the drugs wear off
I'll become the clinic
Another sentence that I'll have to start
But one of which I know
I'll become the clinic
I'll never ever
Every time I die I'm in the wind's side
Pity on a pedestal
To counteract the chemical
I
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I
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I See that I can be able
I see that I can do this

I know I can fight
I know that I could try
I know that I could try
To do this
But I know that I would


I know I had

I know I could


For real
And I know that I could

For real

All thePR ingls


All thePR ingls
All thePR ingls
In the backseat of my head
A short sign for sorry eyes
Is played on the bed
Any accident means
The last rain's has to mend
But keep it secret
Cause I don't wanna know how it ends
You're counting the crushing days
I don't wanna forget
Every time I die a little inside
A pity on a pedestal
To count on like a chemical
Heavy lies ahead and missing more
Dizzy but impenetrable
Too far gone to sleep in a world
Oh Lord
Oh Lord

This time's your life, don't leave
Back in the trash bin and on the beach
Suffering is your life, don't leave
Things are so much better, just go free
Do what you must