Living in my world is like kissing broken glass.
The playground's full of thorns and thistles, and you want to stay in class.
The playground's full of thorns and thistles, and you want to stay in class.
I want to wake up one morning and forget about disease.
I want to be a real boy and wipe my nose on my sleeve.
I want to wash my hands just once instead of cookin' em in the pot.
I wish I'd met a lady who could think that I was hot.
Crappy night tonight...
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