| I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs
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| Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here
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| Electric and cable, a shelf and end table
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| Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns
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| I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light
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| Said that we should do this every single night
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| Don’t worry about the cash because I’ve got the scratch
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| And I can’t save my money because that isn’t polite
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| I don’t know why I always complain about something
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| When what I got to complain about’s nothing
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| No goddamn kid’s had a luckier year
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| And I’m bitching about internet and beer
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| And just like that I’m broke, not a buck to my name
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| And nothing to do with the rest of the day
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| No parties last all night, just TV and websites
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| And reproduction Peanuts strips I’ve read a million times
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| So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day
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| Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?
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| It’s really not funny how bad I am with money
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| So let’s pedal as far as it takes to think about something else
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| I don’t know why I always complain about something
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| When what I got to complain about’s nothing
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| No goddamn kid’s had a luckier year
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| Somebody break out the No More Tears
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| I don’t know why I always complain about something
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| When what I got to complain about’s nothing
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| Could help out something, now everything’s wrong
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| And no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now
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| As we sit around being broke
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| I’m losing my penchant for jokes
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| It’s just wry half truths from a privileged youth
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| With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they’re through
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| I don’t know why I always complain about something
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| When what I got to complain about’s nothing
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| No goddamn kid’s had a luckier year
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| And I’m bitching about internet and beer
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| I don’t know why I always complain about something
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| When what I got to complain about’s nothing
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| Could help out something, now everything’s wrong
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| And no one wants to be around me now, not then, not ever ever ever ever ever
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| ever ever again |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days, artist - Bomb The Music Industry!. Album song Get Warmer, in the genre Иностранный рок