"Get Me Through It"
Prom Queens
Rejected teens
And the hand that shakes for pretend
Trust no ones friend anymore
Plucking guitar strings
While the shot gun sings
A deadly tune
And you all assume
I'm safer in the green room
Well im laying on the floor
And the door is baracaded
My hearts penatraded
With the needles scatterd around me
I'm so
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