| I’ll have another one
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| Make it two, tequila marathon
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| We’ve got nothing to lose
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| I don’t know how it could get worse than this
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| I really don’t, really don’t
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| Maybe the spins will kill this turbulence I’m planning on finding out
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| Three percent, time’s nothing
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| Were sinking into funnels
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| Drowning all the troubles yeah
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| And now when hold longer
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| The bricks and motor falling
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| Bursting Monday morning
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| You love this path we’re on
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| Self-induced, I know I’ve had enough
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| I try and keep up with you
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| I taste the aching of this question mark
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| Dripping on to my heart
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| This temporary fix ain’t working it’s just tearing us more apart
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| Three percent, time’s nothing
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| Were sinking into funnels
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| Drowning all the troubles yeah
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| And now when hold longer
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| The bricks and motor falling
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| Bursting Monday morning
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| Just 'cause I can’t feel my face
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| Doesn’t mean these problems go away
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| We keep running at a losing pace
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| It’s catching up to me, up to me
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| Three percent, time’s nothing
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| Were sinking into funnels
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| Drowning all the troubles yeah
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| And now when hold longer
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| The bricks and motor falling
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| Bursting Monday morning
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| You’ve got me three percent, I’m sad
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| You’ve got me three percent, I’m sad
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| You’ve got me three percent
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| You’ve got me three percent |