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I'm gonna nail myself inside of this room
So I don't have to talk to you
I'm gonna hammer the door to the jam
And wash my hands, wash my hands, wash my hands

You've been speaking your own language but no ones speaking mine
Sliding notes and food under the door but I won't bite
My soul is hungry for nothing you can make
If you wanna fix me something fix this heartache

I'd rather wait around and drink until I die
Than walk back through that door again
Got a ten dollar bottle to shut you out
Ten penny nail to shut me in

I've been listening to the sound of the pounding in my head
Drowning out the words you have to say
I've been hollering and screaming, exercising demons
You are playing games I don't know how to play

I'd rather wait around and drink until I die
Than walk back through that door again
Got a ten dollar bottle to shut you out
Ten penny nail to shut me in

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