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    Put your index finger in your mouth
    And scratch your cheek real slow
    Draw blood, taste water
    And drink it there's no more

    Throw a punch watch it sail through the air
    Keep talking but there's nobody there
    Can't remember anything that you say
    Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day

    I wanna scream
    I wanna run
    I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
    It's lukewarm
    And stale bread
    I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
    It's lukewarm
    It's stale bread
    I wanna get my heavy bones out of bed

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    I couldn't pass the Turing test if I
    Had the answer sheet
    I wanna leave everyone who loves me
    'Cause I'm so bland and they're so sweet
    The news used to make me cry every time
    I'd rather cry than cum tonight
    I can't even give a fuck in my dreams
    Oh, what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream

    I wanna scream
    I wanna run
    I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
    It's lukewarm
    And stale bread
    I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
    I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed

    Snort coke
    Get fucked
    Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck
    Read books
    And get laid
    And maybe God will let me fucking die one day

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    Composición: Penelope Scott

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