| Sometimes I fantasize the hospital |
| A place where I could get some sleep |
| Then I think about the people who endure so much more |
| Why am I so weak? |
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| Some days I find myself sleeping under cars |
| Hiding from eyes from afar |
| Scurrying thru intersections with familiars |
| Lest they try and stroke the ego with conversation fillers |
| I know they know no better |
| But please, let it die |
| Me, with myself, and my conceptual I |
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| Well, I found the gate to heaven in the depths of hell |
| I let the bucket dip down deep into the dark dank well |
| And I kept skipping by that old suicide song |
| Cause oh boy, it sure begs a sing-a-long |
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| Comic book cowboy, I'm wearing the boots |
| One foot then another and a button up suit |
| Hair trigger heart and the switchblade is loose |
| Keep me coming back for more |
| Keep me reined with the noose |
| Comic book cowboy, comic book cowboy... |
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| Let it all fall apart |
| Believe it never was my heart |
| I gave it a good funeral |
| Casseroles, cookies |
| Champagne and casket look-sees |
| But they keep bringing it back to life again |
| Happiness is a trap - look again |
| Your silence is full of noise |
| Trapped in the dream of being you |
| With your handfulls of toxic toys |
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| Well, I found the gate to heaven in the depths of hell |
| I let the bucket dip down deep into the dark dank well |
| And I kept skipping by that old suicide song |
| Cause oh boy, it sure begs a sing-a-long |
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| Comic book cowboy, I'm wearing the boots |
| One foot then another and a button up suit |
| Hair trigger heart and the switchblade is loose |
| Keep me coming back for more |
| Keep me reined with the noose |
| Comic book cowboy, comic book cowboy... |
| Comic book cowboy, comic book cowboy... |
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