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THERE’S AN ITCH ON MY CHEST,
SO I ROLL ANOTHER THIN,
THERE ARE FACES IN THE CEILING,
TRYING TO GET IN.
SO, I’VE BEEN TOLD ,WE’VE BEEN SOLD,
LET’S SIXFOLD, OUR THRESHOLD.
GROWN OLD, OUR EYES, COLD,OUR HEARTS , GOLD.
I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE
THE WEIGHT ON MY OWN
I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE
THE WEIGHT.
THERE’S AN ITCH ON MY CHEST,
SO I ROLL ANOTHER THIN,
THERE ARE FACES IN THE CEILING,
TRYING TO GET IN.
SO, I’VE BEEN TOLD ,WE’VE BEEN SOLD,
LET’S SIXFOLD, OUR THRESHOLD.
GROWN OLD, OUR EYES, COLD,OUR HEARTS , GOLD.
I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE
THE WEIGHT ON MY OWN
I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE
THE WEIGHT.
HER ACULEUS STRIKES
A PARALYTIC HIT,
ARMED WITH LOVE
IN THE FORM OF ENDORPHINS,
AN ABUNDANCE MADE
OF POWER TO EMIT,
LIKE HOPES WITHIN DREAMS
OF A THOUSAND ORPHANS.
THERE’S AN ITCH ON MY CHEST,
SO I ROLL ANOTHER THIN,
THERE ARE FACES IN THE CEILING,
AND THEY’RE TRYING TO GET IN…
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