8/31/2004 alternate lyrics
What's the sense,
What's the sense of making any sense of it at all?
Mistakes made,
I won't say,
Coming in me,
When up, in my, oh, only,
Stuck on this for myself,
No wonder if you do
Sugar will poison
sugar will kill you
Too much of a good thing
Maybe not so sweet
What do you know about that?
I stumble in the room,
Find you warm, whispering about --
Call you, you notice,
In the froze of life,
Man, everything I pointed at
Guilty of, oh this,
Stumble in this for myself,
You do, always, always,
Stuck on this for myself,
And I wonder if you knew
Sugar will poison
sugar will kill you
Too much of a good thing
Maybe not so sweet
What do you know about that?
You, man, oh, go away,
No matter guilty,
And I swear I would say,
Maybe not right away,
But eventually,
When it eats away my insides,
I complain to you by myself,
And I tell you, hey ,what's new?
Always stuck on this for myself
And i wonder if you knew
What do you --
Sugar will poison
sugar will kill you
Too much of a good thing
Maybe not so sweet
What do you know about that?
What do you know about that?
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