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Strangle me to hell
I'm lying face down on the hot concrete
wondering how long its going to take
to make a man out of me
I lost my love I lost my mind
23 just wasn't meant to be
running out of nice things to say
I'd rather be fucked than be myself

say what you gotta say
spit it out, put me in my place
throw myself into the ground
take me to the country and put me down
won't ever come to the end of the night
tomorrows a drag forget about day light
do what i can to forget who i am
i'd rather be fucked than be myself

talking to me like you're my best friend
it makes more sense when i pretend
saw you on the street just the other day
acting like you didn't recognize my face
regretting the words as they come out of my mouth
people saying that I'm never going to figure it out
when the sun goes down I'm somebody else
raspberries? in fact i’ll help myself!

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from Junkfood Forever, Bedtime Whatever, released May 5, 2001

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