| It’s been 10 years of investment
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| It’s been one foot in and one out
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| It’s been 4 days of full of shit
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| And I feel snuffed out
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| It’s been 33 years of restraining
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| Of trying to control this tumult
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| How I did invest in such fantasy
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| But my nervous system has worn out
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| I feel done, I feel raked over coals
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| And all that remains is the case
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| That it’s a bitch to grow up
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| I’ve repeated this dance ad-nauseum
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| There’s still something to learn that I’ve not
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| I’m told to see this as divine perfection
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| But my bones don’t feel this perfection
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| I feel done, I feel raked over coals
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| And all that remains is the case
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| That it’s a bitch to grow up
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| I’ve spent life hovering above bottom
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| Thinking I can’t survive what’s below
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| But I’ve known through the kicking and screaming
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| That there was no other direction to go
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| I feel done, I feel raked over coals
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| And all that remains is the case
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| That it’s a bitch to grow up |