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Tear ducts, Im gonna have to get mine sewn up
If I dont see you sometimenow.
Tear ducts, mine have filled themselves up,
They overflowed and now the tears slide right into my mouth.

And everything tastes salty.
And everything looks foggy.
And I feel like shit.

Red eyes I can hide in the night time,
But how do I get through a day at work?
Oh, red eyes, teach me to not cry.
Its all I know how to do, thanks entirely to you.

Spend too much time at home,
In my bedroom getting stoned,
Trying to feel numb to my bones,
All I feel is more alone

And I look like shit.
And I sound like shit.
And I feel like shit.
I am becoming, you guessed it- shit.

So feel like shit with me,
Wont you feel like shit with me?
Come on, everyone be miserable for a while!
Cant we all share widespread unhappiness?
Im tired of people telling me to smile.

Make everything taste salty.
And everything look foggy.
Everything tastes salty and everything looks foggy.

And well look like shit!
And well sound like shit!
And well feel like shit!

Im gonna get my tear ducts sewn up.

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