I\'m a loser in my own head
But I\'m carrying a silver medal average
I must have broke my toes again
Won\'t really tell why I\'m staggering
She kissed and bit my neck
And yet I still felt in Rome without lust
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Mope and mope like I say so
And maybe I\'m not the travesty the reflection\'s gleam
Worship Satan and smoke marijuana
Rules and stipulations, No you allowed
Isn\'t this what you and I wanted?
I forgot who you even where
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