| I don’t wanna go to school, man
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| I’d rather walk a tightrope, somewhere in the sky
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| So everybody on the ground
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| Will look up and wonder how I got so fucking high
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| I don’t wanna go to work, man
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| I’d rather go to Paris, test how clean the air is
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| And all the clothes still on my floor
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| They won’t matter any more, when it comes time to die
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| I don’t know what more I want, but, I don’t wanna wait for it
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| Wait for it
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| If I can tell you why I’m owing, I still have to pay for it
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| Pay for it
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| I keep on looking to the clock, every hour on the dot
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| When I know I’m better not to
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| Nothing’s ever gonna turn it, I’m too stubborn to learn
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| Not to keep fighting the tide
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| If only it was once a month, that I’ve acted like a cunt
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| But, I know that it’s been longer
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| I keep on saying «it will change»
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| Activate and learn, engage
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| But, I think that it’s a lie
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| I don’t know what more I want, but, I don’t wanna wait for it
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| Wait for it
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| If I can tell you why I’m owing, I still have to pay for it
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| Pay for it
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| I’m too late to feel the fall |
| Out of time, I used to stall
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| Doesn’t matter any more
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| I don’t know what more I want, but, I don’t wanna wait for it
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| Wait for it
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| I don’t know what more I want, but, I don’t wanna wait for it
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| Wait for it
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| If I can tell you why I’m owing, I still have to pay for it
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| Pay for it
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| I’m too late to feel the fall
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| Out of time, I used to stall
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| Doesn’t matter any more
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| I don’t know what more I want, but, I don’t wanna wait for it
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| Wait for it |