| Sunlight coming through the haze
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| No gaps in the blinds
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| To let it inside
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| The bed is unmade,
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| Some music still plays
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| TV, yeah it's always on
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| The flicker on the screen
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| A movie actress screams
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| I'm basking the shit flowing out of it
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| I'm stoned in the mall again
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| Terminally bored
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| Shuffling round the stores
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| And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing
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| X-Box is a god to me
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| A finger on the switch
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| My mother is a bitch
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| My father gave up ever trying to talk to me
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| Don't try engaging me
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| The vaguest of shrugs
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| The prescription drugs
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| You'll never find a person inside
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| My face is Mogadon
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| Curiosity has given up on me
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| I'm tuning out desires
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| The pills are on the rise
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| How can I be sure I'm here?
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| The pills that I've been taking confuse me
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| I need to know that someone sees that
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| There's nothing left, I simply am not here
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| I'm through with pornography
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| The acting is lame
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| The action is tame
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| Explicitly dull
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| Arousal annulled
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| Your mouth should be boarded up
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| Talking all day with nothing to say
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| Your shallow proclamations
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| All misinformation
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| My friend says he wants to die
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| He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam
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| Their clothes are all black
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| The music is crap
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| In school I don't concentrate
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| And sex is kinda fun, but just another one
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| Of all the empty ways of using up the day
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| How can I be sure I'm here?
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| The pills that I've been taking confuse me
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| I need to know that someone sees that
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| There's nothing left, I simply am not here
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| Bipolar disorder
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| Can't deal with this boredom
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| Bipolar disorder
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| Can't deal with this boredom
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| You don't try to be liked
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| You don't mind
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| You feel no sun
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| You steal a gun
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| To kill time
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| You're somewhere
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| You're nowhere
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| You don't care
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| You catch the breeze
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| You still the leaves
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| So now where? |