| Why does everything gotta be
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| So fucking complicated?
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| You say your life is wild
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| And I think that would be fine
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| You say your life is wild and I wonder what that’s like
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| I think it would be fun, it would be so fun
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| Because when I get up to leave
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| I hope you’ll come after me, but you don’t
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| So, when I get up to leave
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| But only me for me I think I know
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| Why does everything gotta be
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| So fucking beautiful for everyone but me?
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| I can’t make no sense, I can’t make no sense
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| I can’t make no sense, I can’t make no sense for me
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| I can’t make no sense, I can’t make no sense
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| I can’t make no sense, I can’t make no sense for me
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| Why does everything gotta be
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| So fucking perfect for everyone but me?
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| I swear to God I’m a spider in a jar
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| Someone’s shaking it then watching me crawl fast
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| Then slow but never really getting far
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| I’m all alone 'cause nobody
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| Wants to sing about death with me
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| You pronounce yourself a god then you make it happen
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| What the fuck is going on, you gotta tell me
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| 'Cause there’s no light, no, there’s no light
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| No, there’s no light at the end of my tunnel
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| No, there’s no light, no, there’s no light
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| No, there’s no light at the end of my tunnel |