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Microwave
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Vomit
I used to only do this on the weekends
But now it's almost every single night
I hear ya down the hallway back there pukin'
I hear your pompous college friends
They're pukin' outside
So I pull out your drawers and fill up your sink
Make everything exactly how
You hate it all to be
'cause I'm not tryin to hold your hair
No love will pass through me
'cause I'm far too cynical for
Faith and make believe
'cause there's no such thing as love
We just felt vulnerable
Without a god, without a crutch
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Or anything else to lean on
So I pull out your drawers and fill up your sink
Make everything exactly how
You hate it all to be
'cause I'm not tryin to hold your hair
No love will pass through me
'cause I'm far too cynical for
Faith and make believe
'cause there's no such thing as love
We just felt vulnerable
Without a god, without a crutch
There's nowhere else, nobody else
nothing
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