| I thought the suits had come for me
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| Found alternatives to honesty
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| Body and soul were bought and sold
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| Patented and out of reach
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| So I reach, but it hurts, it kills
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| It screams, and it fills
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| My heart with chills
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| And I take my pills
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| But I’m still
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| Tired of sleeping with the light on
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| But if it keeps the hair out of my eyes
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| Pack it up and send it home
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| For just one stab at the good life
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| That’s enough and I’m sold
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| So I gave up all my wretched thoughts
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| And left them out for the less fortunate
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| And at the gates I’ll skip the queue
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| Life’s not living 'less you’re sure to make it through
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| But now it hurts, it kills
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| It screams, and it fills
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| My heart with chills
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| And I take my pills
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| But I’m still tired
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| Of sleeping with the light on
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| But if it keeps the hair out of my eyes
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| Pack it up and send it home
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| For just one stab at the good life
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| That’s enough and I’m sold
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| Lord, I’m sold
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| Go on pack me up, I’m sold
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| Go on pack me up, I’m sold
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| Go on pack me up, I’m sold
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| Go on pack me up, I’m sold
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| Go on pack me up, I’m sold
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| Go on pack me up, I’m sold
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| Pack me up, I’m sold
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| If it keeps the hair out of my eyes
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| Pack it up and send it home
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| For just one stab at the good life
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| That’s enough and I’m sold |