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I Feel Good

til I get home

and realize

that despite making people laugh

i'm all alone

seeing images of chrome

i'm in my zone

suicide keeps callin me

on my mobile phone

friends turn foe

round the globe I roam

the oceans white foam

sky so blue

for a moment

I forget I'm feeling blue

in a sense that

I can't comprehend

whether or not

dollars and cents

and payin rent

will get my sent

2 heaven

so I do drugs

2 forget

wait til I wake up

nobody home

back 2 the show I go

buckle my seat

and pray for good health

on the interstate belt

I'm on the road

to hell

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