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What lesson were you trying to teach?
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Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
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And that I cannot subsist without any sleep
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Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
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Well I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preach
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Because you are a doctor, keep Clorox bleach
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And you'll be dead on my grass by morning point

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Some manure to feed the flowers
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'Cause I am no longer counting hours
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This song is the cap of a bottle of power
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that you can die hoping you will not devour
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Because you are not a fucking princess,
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you are a car with a dead battery
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Now that my life is no longer a mess,
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all of the pieces are falling into place

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