| WilI I last long when I’m 80?
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| Putting time in on my own
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| Counting down the days
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| Is that why we have kids?
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| For purpose in old age
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| It’s selfish in a way, bringing life into this world
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| This ever spinning rock
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| That’s bursting into flames
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| And all we do is blame
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| The people that we’ve learned to hate
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| But hate can be benign
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| Essential I suppose
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| It’s harder to define than that
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| It’s thoughts like this that keep me up
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| It’s thoughts like this that keep me up
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| It’s thoughts like this that keep me up
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| It’s thoughts like this that fuck me up
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| Thoughts like, «Why am I alive?»
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| I’m an echo through a hall
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| Just a product of defct
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| My parents split up after all
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| And I’m trying not to think
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| Thes thoughts don’t help my case
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| Just feels like something’s wrong
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| And it’s eating at my brain
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| It’s getting quite severe
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| Consuming everything
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| It’s why I cannot sleep
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| It’s thoughts like this that keep me up
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| It’s thoughts like this that keep me up
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| It’s thoughts like this that keep me up
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| It’s thoughts like this that fuck me up
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| I know the fix is clear and I’m able |
| But I’m not sure I want to be fixed at all
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| It so clearly fills and defines me now
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| It’s like sickness grew to be a part of me |