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Penelope Scott
Penelope Scott
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Penelope Scott
Penelope Scott
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Penelope Scott
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Put your index finger in your mouth And scratch your cheek real slow Draw blood, taste water And drink it so there's no more Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air Keep talking but there's nobody there Can't remember anything that you say Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day I wanna scream, I wanna run I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21 It's lukewarm and stale bread I wanna put a magic bullet in my head It's lukewarm, it's stale bread I wanna get my heavy bones out of bed I couldn't pass the Turing test if I had the answer sheet I wanna leave everyone who loves me 'Cause I'm so bland, and they're so sweet The news used to make me cry every time I'd rather cry than cum tonight I can't even give a fuck in my dreams Oh, what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream I wanna scream, I wanna run I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21 It's lukewarm and stale bread I wanna put a magic bullet in my head I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed Snort coke, get fucked Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck Read books and get laid And maybe God will let me fucking die one day
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