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    i had wrists donning slits
    flowing constantly
    my broken body in a wreck
    wrapped around a tree
    a crosswalk hit and run
    the finish line for me
    people clutter in the gutter
    take a look and see

    chorus
    no escaping pain
    you belong to me
    clinging on to life
    by the skin o' my teeth

    my blood flows through the streets
    deluge from the wounds
    empty jars of sleeping pills
    on the dresser of my room
    my wet brain neighbor cranes
    his neck to see
    in time, the white lights a train
    bearing down on me

    chorus

    solo - marty

    i won't feel the hurt
    i'm not trash any longer
    that which doesn't kill me
    only makes me stronger
    i need a ride to the morgue
    that's what 911 is for
    so, tag my toe and don't forget
    ooh to close the drawer
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