| Let’s take some time to reflect and restart
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| We tip over three-wheeled shopping carts
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| A crippled man with his mangled hands
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| Looks at the blonde with her hideous orange fake tan
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| Decide, decide, decide
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| Who thinks that I, that I am out of line
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| For being sober, finding four leaf clovers
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| Lawn mowers and truck towers, so lucky all of the time
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| Decide, decide, decide
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| I’ve got a mind and it’s weighing me down
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| 28 pounds and lucky for me, so lucky for me
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| I’ll never see that bitch again
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| And so I’ll make a fist and rip the threads we’ve sewn
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| Since it’s come to this, it feels like nobody’s home
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| So my cover’s blown, rip open the threads we’ve sewn
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| And so I’ll make a fist and rip the threads we’ve sewn
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| Since it’s come to this, it feels like nobody’s home
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| So my cover’s blown, rip open the threads we’ve sewn
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| Nobody’s home
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| Nobody’s home
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| Well, I’ve lied with a fantastic picture, I-, well, I’ve lied
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| We’re going in new directions
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| Well, I’ve lied with a fantastic picture, I-, well, I’ve lied
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| From sleeping away the century
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| Well, let’s start from the beginning right now
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| I’d do that if you weren’t so impatient
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| We’re going in new directions
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| Well I’ll stop you and give me the time of day
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| It’s so sad, I’ve got no more lines to read
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| From sleeping away the century |