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Every inch of me feels like I'm dying

Guess I shoulda let go, I throw my fists out when I get excited

Can't hold my liquor when I blow

I think I never wanna see another face in my living room

What can I do?

I think I never was the kind find my place back in middle school

Now I won't move

I hear your call from my pant pocket, you make me sick

I've seen it all from my space rocket, you don't mean shit


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