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Mondales: 1, Sadness: 4
03:05
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The constant urge to throw up my hands
And say I've had it's giving me a headache
And I wish I could shake it from my mind
But my self-pity's too demanding
And I know that call will never go through
When all I need to do is talk to you
For all the times I rang you off the hook
While I sat shaking all alone
With my left hand around the phone
I oughta know by now if you like having me around
But now I just don't know
Oh yeah, I just don't know.
Now I'm left wondering if by now it's a habit
You've transformed me into some pathetic addict.
But I can't help the way you make me feel
And the rush I get wondering if it's real
For all the times I rang you off the hook
While I sat shaking all alone
With my left hand around the phone
I oughta know by now if you like having me around
But now I just don't know
Oh yeah, I just don't know.
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Word Up, Vex!
02:24
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Well aware it's pathetic, but that's just how it is
Lock myself inside for awhile.
No snail mail letters. No update, no reply.
Suck my thumb like a baby
Screaming, "Why?"
I'm a product of my environment
Raised with asshole on the internet
I've got excuses, not worth their metal
I'm half retarded
I'm fucking special.
I'm so excited that you are here with me
You'll be repulsed in seconds
I swear to God
I'm a waste of ever decreasing space
I'm inundated with manufactured hate
I'm a pariah, Uncle Sam
Bloated dick getting fat in the Mother Land
I'm a product of your environment
Raised with asshole on the internet
I've got excuses, not worth their metal
I'm half retarded
I'm fucking special.
I'm getting sick of this routine
But there's no escape from reality
It's all piling up, out of my reach
No fucking exit,
Inevitable defeat.
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Seven Hours
02:25
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Basking in the defeat of silence
Hands tied just thinking 'bout myself
It's been this way for seven hours
It'll be the same for seven more, seven more
I should move into the city
Get a job in legal while I can
I should surround myself with Yes Men
Just so I could hear them
I could be them.
I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, pills and medication
To save me
I'm waiting till the constant stress and anxiety takes me away
I know it's stupid to feel hopeless
When I've got it fucking made
I know it's stupid to feel hopeless
But that doesn't make it better for me.
I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, pills and medication
To save me
I'm waiting till the constant stress and anxiety takes me away
I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors, pills and medication
To save me, yeah
I'm waiting till the seven hour silence fucking breaks me.
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