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(music: Pirri / Lyrics: Pirri)

It’s right here in the paper

And when I open my front door

Life decides to come on in

And collapses on my floor

It’s drunken half-dead body

Looks like a broken marionette

I wonder what it was we did

To deserve this tragic end

They say they’ll make it better

As they lick around the drain

This cycle just repeats itself

Over And Over Again

Over And Over Again

We bitch about the same things

Then stab each other in the back

Why can’t you just play nice?

Instead you tie her to the tracks

They say they’ll make it better

As they lick around the drain

This cycle just repeats itself

Over And Over Again

Over And Over Again