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Sick

from Drop The Act by No Matter

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Cancer of the throat, flu, SARS
They're the only things that's ours
Now I'm left with bullimia.
Glad to be so sick of you,
I don't know what it is I'd do
If I had to spend another day seein' ya!

I'm so sick of your stupid face
I need my fucking space

I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick to death of you

Cancer of the throat, flu, SARS
They're the only things that's ours
Now I'm left with a dirty common cold.
Glad to be so sick of you
I don't know what it is I'd do
Your two-bit routine's getting really old.

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from Drop The Act, released July 18, 2014

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