| gonna fun until i run, until i run right out of gas
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| man. |
| gonna spit on everything until my mouth is as dry as sand. |
| i know exactly what you know about all
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| the reasons. |
| you know, i know the answers.
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| i just dont know what to do,
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| what to do. |
| so i do most anything to avoid a head-on
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| confrontation with the guy who looks at me and points
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| out all i havent done. |
| i say «fuck you,
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| you dont have to tell me exactlyy where im at.
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| you know, i know the answer.
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| but that dont help me know what to do,
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| what to do."maybe i’ll shave my head and hang
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| out in the airport 'till i drop dead.
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| or be a social butterfly and find fame,
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| know all the fat cats by their first name.
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| gotta do it now. |
| i need a brain storm.
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| gotta be the early bird and get that stinking worm.
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| but who wants a worm? |
| i dont eat worms.
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| i hate worms! |
| i need somebody who can find a wayy out
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| of a sticky situation. |
| someone who can take a piece
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| of me and turn it into gold.
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| could that someone be you,
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| and does that even matter?
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| maybe i dont know the answer.
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| i sure as shit dont know what to do,
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| what to do. |
| and so im gonna run, until i run, until i run right out of gas. |