Baxter 3Rd Is Under Fucking Siege

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But I ran all of my errands
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And all of my ribs are quite in
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The animals are quiet
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And all the things are in the bin
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I put them in there with you here
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When I remove them you'll be gone
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I guess there's nothing to be scared
 of
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I guess there's really nothing wrong

[Chorus]
And there's no shame in sleeping 
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later
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There's no shame in sleeping more
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No shame at all in being such a 
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filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes three 
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nineteen
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My words will sink into the sea
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And I will know for a split second 
that
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My whole life's ceased to be

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[Verse 2]
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The morning I woke up to leave there
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As soon as I opened my eyes
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It hurt so bad that I could taste it
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So cold it burned all my insides
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I've never felt anything like it
Heard my lungs scream like that 
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before
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Felt such a tear in my aorta
That it spilled all of the light I 
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ever saw
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Across the floor
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I couldn't wrap my head around it
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How such a nightmare could be real
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And despite all of my bullshit
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Nothing could stop it
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Not God, not sex
Not white hot fear

[Chorus]
And there's no shame in sleeping 
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later
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No shame at all in sleeping more
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None at all in being such a goddamn
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 filthy Clorox-huffing whore
And there's no shame in sleeping 
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later
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There's no shame in sleeping more
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No shame at all in being such a 
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filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
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When the clock strikes five nineteen
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I'll watch you slip into the sea
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And I will feel for a split second 
that
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Life has ceased to be