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Originally posted by SuicideMachine
thats me on the streets wit a violin under my chin, laying with a grin, singin jibberish
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That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.