| It’s eleven o’clock
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| Eleven o’clock
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| And the deadline is anytime today
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| But I won’t know by eleven o’clock tonight
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| Just like I didn’t know at eleven o’clock yesterday
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| (Spoken)
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| Oh good, an abstract theatrical space. |
| Now I can actually think
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| (Sung)
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| It’s eleven o’clock
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| And by eleven o’clock
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| Shouldn’t I have earned a frickin' ever after?
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| I’ve done the workbooks, taken the pills
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| What more could I do?
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| How do I still not know myself
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| After all that I’ve been through?
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| I was working hard at a New York job
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| Making dough, but it made me blue
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| One day, I was crying a lot
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| And so I decided to move to
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| West Covina, California
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| Brand new pals and new career
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| I admitted that’s where Josh lived
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| And that’s what brought me here
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| 'Cause I was just a girl in love
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| Didn’t want to be held responsible for my actions
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| I had many underlying issues to address
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| And I did and didn’t want to be crazy
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| No wait, I didn’t did want to be crazy
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| To clarify, I got a diagnosis
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| A diagnosis
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| And I named the darkness
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| And though I knew I’d have problems again
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| I know I gotta move on to a new song
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| But I want to keep disco-ing
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| I wanted to be a good person, yes it’s true
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| Be a good person, but better than who?
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| This medley just got super-intense
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| 'Cause life doesn’t really make narrative sense
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| It’s eleven o’clock
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| Eleven o’clock
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| I need to end this song, but I don’t know how
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| Eleven o’clock
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| Still eleven o’clock
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| Well, Rebecca, you’ve done it now
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| You ruined everything
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| You stupid bitch
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| Uprooted everything
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| And said you’d made a switch
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| But you’re still a poopy little slut who lives in a dream
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| And doesn’t know how to love
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| This whole journey’s been a crock
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| In case you can’t tell time, it’s still eleven o’clock |