| He’s still feeling like he’s 16
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| And you’re chasing all of the same drink
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| Only living on the weekend nights
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| The card is empty but the tab got paid
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| I think it’s funny how some things change
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| There’s got to be more to life
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| He can’t stand knowing he’s dieing
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| Tick tock timing
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| He feels the kill
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| And my God, he’d love to know why he’s dead inside
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| cause he just can’t get his fill
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| Still sitting at the desk job
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| And you’re still staring at the clock wall
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| And now you’re working for the weekend ride
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| It’s just the money, it’ll change one day
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| As you’re stuck in traffic on the highway
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| And know you’ve said it for the thousandth time
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| He can’t stand knowing he’s dieing
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| Tick tock timing
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| He feels the kill
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| And my God, he’d love to know why he’s dead inside
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| cause he just can’t get his fill
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| We can’t stand knowing we’re dieing
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| Tick tock timing
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| We feel the kill
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| And my God, we’d love to know why we’re dead inside
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| cause we just can’t get our fill |