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Wash my brain Wash it clean Burn it down with kerosene Self inflicted lobotomy I wish I could tell you what's wrong with me I bring new meaning to heart Disease Everything I love runs speedily It's for the best Don't you agree? They'll never see My crazy streak They'll love me for What I am not The empty smiles And pointless thoughts I'll put them in my special box and pretend that I forgot This is just a game I play to keep the rain at bay Nothing more to say I was born this way
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
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Wash my brain Wash it clean Burn it down with kerosene Self inflicted lobotomy I wish I could tell you what's wrong with me I bring new meaning to heart Disease Everything I love runs speedily It's for the best Don't you agree? They'll never see My crazy streak They'll love me for What I am not The empty smiles And pointless thoughts I'll put them in my special box and pretend that I forgot This is just a game I play to keep the rain at bay Nothing more to say I was born this way
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
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