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I Can Be Afraid of Anything -The World Is A Beautiful Place &I Am No Longer Afraid To Die |
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I'm carrying a heavy bucket back from the well |
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Trembling hands and losing water losing my will |
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When we got home nothing was left but knots in the lease |
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Now I'm heading west or someplace far from the east |
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Cortisol and serotonin stable's a thrill |
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Anhedonia at the surface here I'm in hell |
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I'm carrying this empty bucket I wanna empty myself |
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Because everything is getting rid of everything else |
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Pacing parking lots ignored |
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We are the same but opposed |
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Something else is supposed to happen |
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You aren't having a good time anymore |
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Left in dust to carry myself |
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I really did dig my own hole and I'm climbing out |
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I really did dig my own hole but I can see the top |
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I'm climbing out |
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I really did dig my own hole I'm climbing out |
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I'm climbing out |
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You can smell life here what we call life above the ground |
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Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out |
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Being this age always seemed so far away |
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How is life here can we bring our trash outside the house |
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You can smell life here what we call life above the ground |
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Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out |
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Being this age always seemed so far away |
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How is life here can we bring our trash outside the house |
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You can smell life here what we call life above the ground |
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Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out |
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Being this age always seemed so far away |
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How is life here can we bring our trash outside the house |
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You can smell life here what we call life above the ground |
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Hands stained dirty but there is water to wash them out |
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Being this age always seemed so far away |
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To carry myself out |
