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I found a razor
Tucked in a magazine
I thought it strange but
Nothing too startling
Then I saw the doctor
Said my brain had turned on me
Think of that razor
In all of my dreams

You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
And start again
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
It never ends

I dream in static
Soaked in formaldehyde
You're made of plastic
Strong but you're dead inside and
Fashion you daggers
Save one for Donny Boy
Fashion your dagger
Slip one into my eye

You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
It never ends
You get along
You make some friends
You burn the bridges
And start again
You get along
You get along

Entry only, no one asked me
But for all your beauty
You bruise ugly
No one gets out
Do you feel full now?
Cause I feel empty
And I'm sure you're me
Me

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from Live from Rehab, released September 18, 2021

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