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SINGER: Therapy?
SONG:Speedball
You want to know what grows inside my head you make incisions with a rusty can you judge me by the standards that you set a perfect world built by a hypocrite You make me sick! you make me sick! you make me sick! Everything you ever see in me pre-derided by your blinded eyes blinkered visions of a narrow mind You make me sick! you make me sick! you make me sick!
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