| Mind is blown but her body’s still in shock
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| Can’t see nothing as she’s staring at the kitchen clock
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| Feels so bland in the eye of the storm it’s a bedroom day
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| We should switch, we should pass ourselves around
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| Meet me at the corner, tear your dream home down
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| It’s a goddamn shit-show out here now
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| Something to tell you 'bout that someone told me 'bout
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| I know I’m weak and this weekend you’ll find out
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| Yes, I sleep at that fucking whore’s house now
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| But it’s cinematic, cinematic fades to black
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| Every day is a rodeo, man
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| No one’s gonna change, nobody ever does
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| No one’s gonna change, nobody’s changing for you
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| No one’s gonna change, nobody ever does
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| And I’m never gonna do what you want me to
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| Sitting here speaking Greek to a college blog
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| Every sentence is the same, it’s just talk, talk, talk
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| I am one, I admit it, of a million
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| Who has it out for these soapbox idiots
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| The click clack of your high heels you’re away
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| Downstairs on a tic-tac stripper’s break
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| Every dancer trying to sync to the beat
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| Every motherfucker in this place tells me the same shit
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| This whole world’s got to buy you a drink, man
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| Got to take you to the edge and watch you throw it up
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| Every morning I could give a damn what you did last night
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| Just tell me how far to kick this can |