| You lack soul and you’re hamming it up
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| There’s no blisters on your fingers
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| And you’re stuck in reverse
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| I’ve got the horn and you can’t get it up
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| By the time you’re turning 30
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| You’ll be useless as fuck
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| You got your plans and you’re ready to go
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| But something’s gotten hold of you
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| And you can’t leave these feelings exposed
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| You’re in between somewhere and nowhere
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| You don’t, you won’t, you can’t and you never will
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| You would, you could, you should but you never do
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| You should leave but you’re lapping it up
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| You think your cup is overflowing but there’s really a drought
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| You got your plans and you’re pawing the ground
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| But something’s gotten hold of you
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| And you can’t seem to turn this around
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| You’re in between somewhere and nowhere
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| You don’t, you won’t, you can’t and you never will
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| You would, you could, you should but you never do
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| You don’t, you won’t, you can’t and you never will
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| You would, you could, you should but you never do |