| What excuses do you make?
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| Happiness is hard to find
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| I couldn’t catch a break
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| Maybe I am dying inside
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| February, been so lonely
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| It’s been so long since I felt your touch
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| And I could care less if I deserve this
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| I will never survive the sting inflicted
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| Sever all ties, follow procedure
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| Pledge abstinence, fuck at your leisure
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| Breathe in then out, not out then in
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| Cause over function, restart again
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| I need to see my dream as I close my eyes
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| Remembering nothing and begging for light
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| All the trees, all the birds and this thing called life
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| I’d stake it all for forty acres and a trophy wife
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| Dust gathers on the books that contain our past
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| We are peons in a circuit built by time to last
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| Repeat, repeat as we’ve done before
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| Our history all lost in war
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| When the last of our cities are but powder and dust
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| The damned who remain live with god in the glory of us
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| February, it feels so lonely
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| It’s been so long since I felt you
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| I could care less if I deserve this
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| I won’t survive the sting inflicted
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| Sting inflicted
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| Repeat, repeat as we’ve done before
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| Our history all lost in war
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| Repeat, repeat as we’ve done before
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| Our history all lost
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| Repeat, repeat
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| Repeat, repeat
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| Repeat, repeat
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| Repeat, repeat |