| If you don’t say that you need it,
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| does it just walk away, so fleeting?
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| Does it burn a hole through your stomach wall?
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| The papers go unread
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| and form a small moment to failure.
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| And I know it brings out the best in me.
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| Still aware of reason,
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| but that fucker’s cracked from freezing
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| and I’m so far from beginning.
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| You’ve been eating nothing but cigarettes.
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| You’ve been drinking nothing but irish coffee.
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| It burns a hole through your stomach wall.
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| I’ve been doing nothing but sleeping.
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| I’ve been dreaming of nothing but keeping in,
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| and I know it brings out the best in me.
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| So why should I be afraid?
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| If there’s nothing but minimum wage
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| to get me out the door.
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| If there’s only loss and despair.
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| You find a reason to wake up.
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| You run to live it out,
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| as if nothing short of death
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| could keep you dead.
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| I’m feeling sick of being used
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| and waiting to be used.
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| Waiting just for nothing.
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| Waiting just for nothing.
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| Waiting just for nothing.
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| Waiting just for nothing.
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| Waiting just for nothing.
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| Waiting just for nothing.
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| Waiting just for nothing. |