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Mind, Mind. Sitting all alone, Mouth full of gum, In the driveway. My friends aren’t far, In the back of my car Lay their bodies. Where’s my mind? Where’s my mind? They’ll be here pretty soon, Looking through my room For the money. I’m biting my nails. I’m too young to go to jail. It’s kinda funny. Where’s my mind? Where’s my mind? Where’s my mind? Where’s my mind? Chorus: Maybe it’s in the gutter Where I left my lover. What an expensive fate! My V is for Vendetta. Thought that I’d feel better, But now I got a bellyache. (Mind.) Everything I do, The way I wear my noose Like a necklace. I wanna make ‘em scared, Like I could be anywhere, Like I’m reckless. I lost my mind. I don’t mind. Where’s my mind? Where’s my mind? Chorus: Maybe it’s in the gutter Where I left my lover. What an expensive fate! My V is for Vendetta. Thought that I’d feel better, But now I got a bellyache. (Bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, Bellyache, bellyache, bellyache.) Maybe it’s in the gutter Where I left my lover. What an expensive fate! My V is for Vendetta. Thought that I’d feel better, But now I got a bellyache.