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angielski
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The same old melody stagnating in my head
And it makes me fuckin' sick, makes me wish that I was dead
I fill the cracks with anything that I can find
I got wax and sugar dripping from my mouth and from my eyes
Went through the effort, I laced it with profanities
Wasn't enough to keep it from the nursery
I felt so drunk and high sitting there uncannily
And I felt sick as I let everything wash over me
These pretty packages all lined up by my bed
Make me feel less fuckin' bad, make me feel alive again
I fill the cracks with anything that I can find
I got bits of plastic stuck between my teeth and in my eyes
Went through the effort, I laced it with profanities
Wasn't enough to keep it from the nursery
I felt so drunk and high sitting there uncannily
As I felt I everything just washing over me
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Writer(s): Priya Platt
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