| I know myself, I found my hell |
| I don't know when I found it |
| But I'm on my way, I'm on my way |
| I'm on my way, I'm on my |
| Living in a cell, my baby bin |
| But it's okay 'cause I'm a man |
| Talking to myself, it made me sick |
| I missed the point of all of it |
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| Of all of it, of all of it |
| Of all of it, of all of it |
| Of all of it, of all of it |
| Of all of it |
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| Save me, I've been bad again |
| Take me, I'll be born again |
| Beg me, I'll jump out my skin |
| Out my skin |
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| I don't like to like to leave my apartment |
| I'm always scared my life might end |
| I walk two blocks for a pack of cigarettes |
| That's the furthest I have been (I have been) |
| I don't keep that big a circle |
| I don't have that many friends |
| If life in fact is a great big circle |
| I should know how my life ends |
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| Of all of it, of all of it |
| Of all of it, of all of it |
| Of all of it, of all of it |
| Of all of it |
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