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I keep a bottle of liquid pain
beside the bed in case the rain isn't gloomy enough
I want to feel it in my guts man tearing them up
from the inside out tearing them apart so I can pass out
I keep a bottle of headache pills
beside the bed in case the pain is just too much
I want to feel it in my bones man breaking them up
From the inside out breaking them apart so I don't have to go out
If you are what you say you are,
how could you seem what you seem to be?
And if you are what you say you are,
how could you seem how you seem to me?