| Tried to get the audience out
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| From inside my head
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| And the things you say are beautiful
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| But they don’t make very much sense
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| From the day that I was born
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| They took me for all that I had
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| And I let them
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| ‘Cause they let me in
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| I’m so weak, I can barely hold this instrument
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| I wanna do whatever you wanna do
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| I wanna make fun of cops with you
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| You went on tour
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| And I went on medication
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| I’ve been stuck in this waiting room
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| And they’re telling me to stay patient
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| So, I’ll close my eyes
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| And I’ll sing this song for you
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| Celebrate with a joint or two
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| And a new backyard tattoo
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| And think of the time that we spent
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| Watching X-Files in your living room
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| I wanna do whatever you wanna do
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| And I wanna find every truth with you
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| And it all comes down to the knowledge that we’re gonna die
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| Find comfort in that or be scared for the rest of your life
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| So, I sing and I scream and I strum and I try to help out
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| 'Til I can build a little house
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| That the government doesn’t know about
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| But I’d rather be right here than anywhere else right now
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| I wanna do whatever you wanna do
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| And I wanna watch the empire fall with you
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| And it’s fucking with me that you didn’t see
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| That it wasn’t them and it was always me
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| Who knew too much
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| And I’m no storyteller the way you are
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| I’m just an angry kid who got given a guitar
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| But how dare you say that I’m too young
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| To know that the ticket prices are going up
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| And the trains still aren’t on time
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| And the thugs that patrol the lines
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| Are the reason I’ll never pay my fines
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| And prescription prices are going up
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| And we’re not making any more money
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| Tony’s wallet’s getting heavy
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| Gina’s stomach is far from empty
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| And it’s too many in my mind
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| And now I’m living on the West side
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| You say, «Breathe it in, breathe it out»
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| You don’t know what you’re talking about
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| And it’s eating away at my insides
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| And now I’m living on the West side
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| And my mother says I’ve gotten thin
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| Don’t wanna see you for a couple of years
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| But yours is a funeral I’d fly to from anywhere |