| Some asked: «Why me?»
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| Others cried: «Why everybody else except me? |
| Accept me!»
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| Answers proved aloof or elusive
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| And always seemed to be conducive to mood swings
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| With tempers flaring we took those tattered chi’s and ideologies out of their
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| vaults
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| Our faults aren’t our fault
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| Now we’re better than ever
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| We drowned our problems in the whiskey
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| The bottom of the bottle dripped as clean as our conscience and we slept
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| unconscious
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| We smoked our drugs and cigarettes to cleanse regrets, and always betted on
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| regretting the outcome
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| We did, and then some…
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| We rinsed our nicotine stained fingers double clean
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| We dropped back to default. |
| Our faults aren’t our fault
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| Now we’re better than ever
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| Regressions left our lessons laid out for our attention
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| A tension left us open to change
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| Three cheers for hoping!
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| Reason ain’t our long suit |