| You took a little every day until I didn’t have shit
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| Two years off and on and not even the chance to quit
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| Just a letter on the fridge
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| That I got from human resources
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| I know that six weeks was kind of a bit much
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| And that nothing is forever and that nothing should be
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| Someday it all stops, and I can’t sleep now
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| Because I’m not a real fucking adult
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| But I guess now I’ll have my life
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| From 7: 00 to 6: 45
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| Marie, Marie, Marie, I’m sorry I’ve been too busy
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| For the promise of an unfulfilling life
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| The risks I took were mine to take
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| We couldn’t communicate in anything but rote responses and shit eating grins
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| And everything starts dwindling when it’s all built on
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| Power trips and pandering, power trips and pandering
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| The letter arrived yesterday, I didn’t have a drop to drink
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| I had to play and drive four hours to Brooklyn
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| To my apartment of dirty shit
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| And a thousand lonely days ahead
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| But I guess now I’ll have my life
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| With red and black out of my eyes
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| Marie, Marie, Marie I’m really stoked you set me free
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| From the promise of an unfulfilling life were I can pay my bills and pass out
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| at eleven and not
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| Wake up and start feeling bad
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| Worst case of the Mondays that I’ve ever had
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| Though I treat every weekday like a Saturday night
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| Except for drinks I can’t afford
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| A can of Shmidty’s, nothing more
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| I need some more security
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| Than that provided by choosing between a job you hate, a job you hate and a job
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| that doesn’t pay
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| I got to caught up with me to behave responsibly
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| Michael, Nathan and Christine, I’ve got no rent, Marie, Marie, Marie!
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| I was arguing with cops while I had a fake mustache on
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| Poorly handling emotions while swimming naked in the ocean
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| Breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our fucking passports
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| Drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing Rock Band
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| Inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone
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| Leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar 'cause they said «put a t-shirt on»
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| Acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between
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| A job you hate and a job that doesn’t pay |