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I've got a really bad disease

It's got me begging

On my hands and knees

So take me to emergency

'Cause something seems to be missing

 

Somebody take the pain away

It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain

So send me to the pharmacy

So I can lose my memory

 

I'm elated

Medicated

Lord knows I've tried to find a way

To run away

 

I think they found another cure

For broken hearts and feeling insecure

You'd be surprised what I endure

What makes you feel so self-assured?

 

I need to find a place to hide

You never know what could be

Waiting outside

The accidents that you could find

It's like some kind of suicide

 

So what ails you is what impales you

I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied

 

I'm a victim of my symptom

I am my own worst enemy

You're a victim of your symptom

You are your own worst enemy

Know your enemy

 

I'm elated

Medicated

I am my own worst enemy

So what ails you is what impales you

You are your own worst enemy

 

You're a victim of the system

You are your own worst enemy

You're a victim of the system

You are your own worst enemy

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Little girl, little girl

Why are you crying?

Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying.

Little one, little one

Your soul is purging

Of love and razor blades

Your blood is surging

 

Run away

From the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home

When you got no place to go

 

Little girl, little girl

Your life is calling

The charlatans and saints of your abandon

Little one, little one

The sky is falling

your lifeboat of deception is now sailing

In the wake all the way

No rhyme or reason

Your bloodshot eyes

Will show your heart of treason

Little girl, little girl

You dirty liar

You're just a junkie

Preaching to the choir

 

Run away

from the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home

When you got no place to go

 

The traces of blood

Always follow you home

Like the mascara tears

From your getaway

(Gloria !)

You're walking with blisters

And running with shears

So unholy

Sister of grace.

 

Run away

From the river to the street

And find yourself with your face in the gutter

You're a stray for the salvation army

There is no place like home

 

I love Greenday :)

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