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HATE MY WAY
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HATE MY WAY,
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I could be a smack freak
and hate society
i could hate god
and blame dad
i might be in a holocaust
hate hitler
might not have a child
and hate school
i could be a sad lover
and hate death
i could be a neuro
and hate sweat
no
i hate my way
I make you in to a song
i can't rise above the church
i'm caught in a jungle
vines tangle my hands
i'm always so hot and it's hot in here
i say it's all right
My pillow screams too
but so does my kitchen
and water
and my shoes
and the road
I have a gun in my head
i'm invisible
i can't find the ice
A slug
i'm tv
i hate
A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever
a girl was missing two fingers
gerry ann was confused
mr. huberty
had a gun in his head
So i sit up late in the morning
and ask myself again
how do they kill children?
and why do i want to die?
they can no longer move
i can no longer be still
I hate
my way
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I could be a smack freak and hate society i could hate god and blame dad i might be in a holocaust hate hitler might not have a child and hate school i could be a sad lover and hate death i could be a neuro and hate sweat no i hate my way I make you in to a song i can't rise above the church i'm caught in a jungle vines tangle my hands i'm always so hot and it's hot in here i say it's all right My pillow screams too but so does my kitchen and water and my shoes and the road I have a gun in my head i'm invisible i can't find the ice A slug i'm tv i hate A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever a girl was missing two fingers gerry ann was confused mr. huberty had a gun in his head So i sit up late in the morning and ask myself again how do they kill children? and why do i want to die? they can no longer move i can no longer be still I hate my way
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