Doing All The Things I Used To do With People, Part 2

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stay in bed, sometimes turning to my right, until i close my eyes
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this is not a song about sleep or death, it's about something much smaller and paler than that
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i'm not going to show it to my friends.
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cause when i came home i'd lost thirty something pounds,
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i didn't leave my bed, i threw up in a bathroom in Baltimore
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before dancing with a girl i'll probably never talk to again.
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we won't be friends.
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and i won't be nice to anyone because i don't see why i should.
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i don't see the point, i won't get clean for the rest of my life.
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i won't be nice

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