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I feel kind of weakness It's a kind of mental sickness Caused by caffeine and cigarettes Aggravation from the shit I regret I'm wasting away But I can't help but laugh at my own decay Rot away from...

Looking through broken window panes For something that'll numb the pain And it's something to help you forget Bottles can serenade and newborn lives can turn a page But there's always better way Now...

Standing at the bus stop and heading on over the bridge I was listening to the sounds of sirens coming over the hill Running down the sidewalk looking at the cracks in the streets Staring at...