Flies on Tape

I could lay here all day
 And still feel the same
 Rest doesn't help
 When it's used this way
 So my friends drink fluids until their stomachs divide
 While trying to kill something else on the inside
 So I sit around and trace all these new lines on my face
 Yeah, I might be the line but always end up in the same place
 Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky
 Than good, yeah good at anything
 Ooooh
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 Rain has gotten under everyone's skin again
 Now I'm seeing zombie versions of my friends
 So I drink fluids until my limbs fall out
 The snow may have melted, but the trash it came out
 So I sit around and trace but always end up in the same place
 Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky
 Than good, yeah good at anything
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 Natural selection tested me
 I miss a curve
 A cold, stale hand tangles me
 Over what I deserve
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 Ooooh
 Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky
 Than good, yeah good at anything
 Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be lucky
 Than good, yeah good at anything
 Ooooh
 Ooooh