Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart

Don't cut out my paper heart
 I ain't dying anyway
 Take a look at Eiffel towers
 Never trust them dirty liars
 Sipping lemon yellow booze
 Old lead-belly sings the blues
 All dressed up on wedding day
 Keep on tripping anyway
 
 I am, I am I said I'm not myself
 But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
 So keep your bankroll lottery
 Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
 Fake the heat and scratch the itch
 Skinned up knees and salty lips
 I'll breathe your life, Vicks vapor life
 And when you binge, I purge alike, let go
 It's harder holding on
 One more trip and I'll be gone
 So keep your head up, keep it on
 Just a whisper, I'll be gone
 Take a breath and make it big
 It's the last you'll ever get
 Break your neck with diamond noose
 It's the last you'll ever choose
 
 I am, I am I said I'm not myself
 But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
 Hold me closer, closer, let me go
 Let me be, just let me be
 I am, I am, I said I'm not myself
 But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
 So keep your bankroll lottery
 Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade
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 I am, I am I said I'm not myself
 But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
 Hold me closer, closer, let me go
 Let me be, just let me be
 I am, I am I said I'm not myself
 But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale
 So keep your bankroll lottery
 Eat your salad day, deathbed motorcade