| I’m blowing out spirit smoke
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| As you turn to me try and bring me down
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| The crash punks and I got credit cards
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| And they don’t phase me when they’re living like suicide
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| All of my friends with degrees
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| They stand back counters making minimum wage with me
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| Good thing they followed through and kept clean
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| Trained heads just to get let down and dying
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| And we need something new
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| Everybody needs just a little cool
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| Yeah, We all need something
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| Cause' we got next to nothing
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| I’m blowing out spirit smoke
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| As you turn to me try and bring me down
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| You tell me that I should quit
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| Well I think you should start
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| And all the circles make there way quickly
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| We need something new
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| Everybody leaves just a little soon
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| Give us something
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| Cause we got next to nothing
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| And hey hey, I’m work out
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| And hey, I’m worn out for good
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| And hey I’m worn out for good |