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write down your complaintscratch it from your headput it in a boxunderneath your bedand wake up angryand call it funnywhy do you want to be wantedby a world that only means to whore you?i try my best to be gentlebut i was at the stop sign before youwrite down your complaintscratch it from your headput it in a boxunderneath your bedand wake up angryand call it funnyincessantly i think at it:is my life legitimate?but in this drive-thruworld of oursthe thought alonesets one apartwrite down your complaintSongtextescratch it from your headput it in a boxunderneath your bedand wake up still drunkand call it funnywill it read in the history booksonly that we could not get along?it seems true and yet it seems a case ofturning up the volume of what's wrongwrite down your complaintscratch it from your headput it in a boxunderneath your bedand wake up hopefulmy god, not again Aus Songtexte Mania