| I walked two miles in the rain in a suit, my feet torn up by my father’s shoes
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| Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket to the floor of the station,
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| I still don’t have a wallet
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| Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square, the umbrellas of New York take up too
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| much air
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| So we just walk real slow at double-arms-length, in unison
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| My mom dragged me to the doctor today, I’ve had a cough for a month and it
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| won’t go away
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| I’ve been sleeping on floors for three hours a day and I’ve got no insurance so
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| she has to pay
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| I can’t talk to my friends because I’m embarrassed
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| That I keep sliding back down, I keep depressed
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| We got our ideals, but no way to achieve them
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| We got our degree but got no means to use it
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| We’re swimming in debt with no way to surmount it
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| We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey
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| We got credit cards so we got a new TV
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| We got mobile phones but no minutes, so text me
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| Get out of my way because I’m 25
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| And I still act like I’m 10
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| I’m 25 and I don’t learn from my mistakes
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| So I make them again and again and again and again and again
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| We swallow our pride over piles of problems
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| We whine and complain but we don’t try to solve them
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| We’re reaching for answers but nobody’s got them
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| Get out of my way because I’m 25
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| And I still act like I’m 10 goddamn years old
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| I’m 25
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| And I still act like I’m 10 goddamn years old |