| Maybe in another place, another time
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| Coming through a different light, another sign
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| I’d have been the king or queen, but here am i
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| Trying to stay but disappear
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| I feel the darkness in this place
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| As time goes by
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| I’ve been told that’s simply growing up
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| No, that’s been fine
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| And it really can’t come quick enough
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| I’m burning out on
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| Grocery store acquaintances
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| Who couldn’t give less of a fuck
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| Now, give me something to do
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| Can’t muster much although i know i need to
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| Give me something to do
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| To say i hit the wall is nothing short of…
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| Finally got some friends who drive
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| Figures as much that those friends are dropping off like flies
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| Don’t got the time for a sunset dick who hates themself
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| Look in my eyes and tell me you believe it
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| Part time work from 5 to 9; |
| most every night fielding
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| Um’s from clueless pioneers; |
| romanticized
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| In my head some edward hopper dive, awakened rudely
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| When i hear some right wing dad mumble sweet potato fries
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| Give me something to do
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| My sense of self can only take so much abuse
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| Give me something else to do
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| I can’t believe i’ve reached the peak
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| Might be nice to hear i’m just beginning
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| Once in a while but who’s catching on to that
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| Sent home early for a cluster headache
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| Because boredom and dissociation
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| Making eight-fifty an hour makes me sound like such a scab
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| Might be nice to hear i’m just beginning
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| Once in a while but who’s latching on to that
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| The wall-sized signs will tell them what they need to know
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| Just let me hang out in the freezer in the back
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| With all the ribeyes and the soup no one knows comes in a bag |