| Let the day roll in.
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| Let the day roll out.
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| Let the robot transport me from Clayton to my house.
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| Let the shit roll in.
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| Let the shit roll out.
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| Because I’m goddamned bound to stick it out with my survival pals.
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| Let the shit crash down.
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| Let the shit crash down.
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| Let the servers giggle, holler and ignore the sound.
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| And at 2 AM I’ll be closing up alone.
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| Today I played my first show in like twenty-seven days
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| Or got my ass kicked in like twenty-seven ways.
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| And no matter which way it goes at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes.
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| Maybe it’s mundane when I explain it to you but I just need something to do.
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| Or else I’ll just think about the shows I’ve played while forgetting all traces
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| of the people, the places, the music, the faces, when we could talk in present
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| tense without being complacent and when we could be more honest without being
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| fucking wasted.
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| Man, shit, I let the shit roll in.
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| And at 2 AM I’ll always be alone inside an empty home.
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| Do you think I wanna be this way?
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| Do you think I wanna be this way?
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| Hey! |
| Don’t you know that I’ve had better days?
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| But we’ve all had worse and we’ve all felt hurt so
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| Maybe it’s mundane when I explain it to you but I just need something to do to
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| get the past out of my head.
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| And stop replaying shit I’ve said.
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| Put my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night…
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| (leave the pit giving pizza to the homeless, show up late at the bar the drunks
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| are talking about politics (i'm not really digging the idea of driving 15 hours
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| at 8 am) step in the shower, the water cascades down my head like the dirt on
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| the hood of a six year old van)
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| … and go to sleep. |