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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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or 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 
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practice the bullshit you preach
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Because you are a doctor, drinking 
Clorox bleach
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And you'll be dead on my grass by 
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morning point

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Some manure to feed the flowers
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because I am no longer counting 
hours
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This song is the cap on 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  the pieces are falling into 
place

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