| I put a knife in my hand today
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| To see if I’m still capable of pain
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| Turns out I am and vital signs suggest
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| I’ll live to see yet another day
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| I need something to get me up
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| I need something to get me off
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| I wanna make the rollercoaster I’m on
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| Creep faster towards the drop
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| We’re not dependant
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| It’s the madness that I crave
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| Can I trade my 300 for your 15 minutes of fame?
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| I should have known you’d be a master at this game
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| ‘cos human makes the best prey
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| As I’m wandering down this path
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| I find an alarming pattern emerge
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| You might not notice without the trained eye
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| But we are in every corner of this earth
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| No matter what differences we might have to our dismay
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| We still share common interest to have good times and sinus pain
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| We’re not dependant
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| It’s the madness that I crave
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| Can I trade my 300 for your 15 minutes of fame?
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| I should have known you’d be a master at this game
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| ‘cos human makes the best prey
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| I’ve got an itch that is bugging me
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| I want you to scratch it
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| Grant me that relief
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| The nose-feratu is biting me
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| And I’d trade it all to you
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| For just 15 minutes of fame
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| We’re not dependent, it's the madness that I crave
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| Can I trade my 300 for your 15 minutes of fame?
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| I’ve always been privy at how to win this game
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| And when you are rolling up the note
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| Our temptations are the same
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| Take a look in the mirror and jump in line with me
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| I gotta powder my nose, are you feeling me?
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| I should have known you’d be a good shot at this game
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| ‘cos human makes the best prey
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| I know you’d make such great prey |