Ooh, I think we gotta talk about Samantha
She weaves and wanders the halls
Says she's gotta count the stairs
Are you aware there's something going on at home?
Daughter on surveillance mode
Finger on her mother's pulse
She found her all dressed in white
A color that she didn't like
You put a gun to my life
And then you killed all my time
She gave you a trigger and a bullet
I bet she thought that you'd never pull it
I bet she thought that you'd never pull it
Ooh, you said you lost your keys and wallet
And you forgot to close the taps again
We pretend that nobody I know can reach me
And yours is the only place that I can go
Ooh, you called me crying in the morning
Said, "I really just don't know what happened"
But I, I think that you did
I think that you're just a kid, I think that you're just a kid
And I know that you're just growing leaves
And I hope you fall far from that tree
I can't make everything stop spinning
But whenever you feel sick, I'll be a symptom
Whenever you feel sick, I'll be a symptom
Cut your teeth on me
I'll be a symptom
Cut your teeth on me
I'll be a symptom
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