| When everything seems all sped up
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| And you can’t clear your mind
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| Your palms are all sweaty
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| Though try as you might
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| You just can’t catch your breath
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| And you’re certain you’re going to die
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| When reality folds in on itself
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| You’re the exemplary blueprint of poor mental health
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| There’s only so much that one mind can take
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| Sometimes life’s overwhelming we need an escape
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| Oh, my darling dopamine
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| Does the reward outweigh the risk?
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| Well I’m on the fence
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| Is a numbing normalcy on tap
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| Worth a week trembling and sick
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| And every time I tell myself’s the last
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| Cause goddamn the price is high
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| To rot in comfort this grueling routine
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| I’ve succumb to has grown so fucking old
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| I just want out
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| Another day and one less dollar
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| One more year we soaked in beer
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| And were content to live in squalor
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| Just so long as we can cheers
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| To one more lesson we’ve forgotten
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| Once again we’ve gotten rotten drunk
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| This time we really fucked it up
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| So far beyond repair
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| It’s a tough thing to realize you’re only a blip
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| We rely on the comforts
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| We smoke and we sip
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| In the grand scheme it seems that
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| The point of existing is trying our best to forget
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| Oh, my darling dopamine
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| Does the reward outweigh the risk?
|
| Well I’m on the fence
|
| Is a numbing normalcy on tap
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| Worth a week trembling and sick
|
| And every time I tell myself’s the last
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| Cause goddamn the price is high
|
| To rot in comfort this grueling routine
|
| I’ve succumb to has grown so fucking old
|
| I just want out
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| Oh, my darling dopamine
|
| Does the reward outweigh the risk?
|
| Well I’m on the fence
|
| Is a numbing normalcy on tap
|
| Worth a week trembling and sick
|
| And every time I tell myself’s the last
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| Cause goddamn the price is high
|
| To rot in comfort this grueling routine
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| I’ve succumb to has grown so fucking old
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| I just want out |