| There’s a whole world out there
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| But I’m sinking in shit
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| Nothing says dead end like a drug lords cul-de-sac
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| Two streets and they call this a city
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| Sometimes I see the the dead drive by
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| With my faith in the trunk
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| They’re headed nowhere
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| Just like me
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| I’m sorry, Dan
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| I’m doing what I can
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| We let you down again
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| Fuck this band
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| I’m sorry, Dan
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| This city stole my plans
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| Gave them to people I can’t stand
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| Fuck this band
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| I’m a swollen catamite
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| Stuck in adolescence
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| I’m a self aware sinner
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| With no confessions
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| Bang down this door
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| With a fury unbeknown
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| I just can’t tell if I’m locked out
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| Or if I’m locked in
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| It’s a trap I’m engaged to, a fiance I’m arranged to
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| Home to everything…
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| And as soon as the lock turns
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| A haunted house of drowning fairies —
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| We’re celebrating a day early again
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| I’m sorry, Dan
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| I’m doing what I can
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| We let you down again
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| Fuck this band
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| I’m sorry, Dan
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| This city ruined my plans
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| I used to be an honest man
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| Fuck this band
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| Scum of my soul, please grow old
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| Every lesson I’ve been told
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| Reeks of privilege undeserved
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| Tend to the rabbits, mark my words
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| Genuine whores with leather skin
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| Turn away, don’t let them in
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| If there’s one thing I’ve learned from the filth I live
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| Is that nature always wins
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| Mother, father — should have settled past the grade
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| Sheltered and yet homeless, every feeling the same
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| Mother, father — thank’s for the clever name
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| At least I’ll have something when this city breaks |