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Claustrophobic hairspray, dare-say,
I'm reacting to the tragedy, the worst thing that could happen,
Intravenous truth, umbilicals been cut, I've been set free,
I'm so hollow, I won't be around tomorrow.
Everyday I talk to God,
And he tells me that he loves me,
So I ask him if he's drunk,
And I ask him if he's sorry,
For the way the world turned out,
Is it better than the movie,
Is he sick of us already,
Everyday I talk to...
Accursed freedom leaves me wasted,
On a wasteland with the faces that have never seen the angels,
More forbidden fruit than crosses,
All our winnings count as losses,
Are we saints or mental patients.
Everyday I talk to God,
And he tells me that he loves me,
So I ask him if he's drunk,
And I ask him if he's sorry,
For the way the world turned out,
Is it better than the movie,
Is he sick of us already,
Everyday I talk to...
I'm falling back the slide,
I'm falling back the slide,
Everyday I talk to God,
And he tells me that he loves me,
So I ask him if he's drunk,
And I ask him if he's sorry,
For the way the world turned out,
Is it better than the movie,
Is he sick of us already,
Everyday I talk to...
Yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah.