screeching weasel - trance lyrics
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i haven’t left the house in going on three days
the air in here is getting stale but i don’t know if i can take
another violent jab at the panic b-tton on my brain
i’m not snapping out of it and i wanna wanna wanna wanna
wanna wanna wanna wanna
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