| I spent most of my days neither sleeping nor awake
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| Watching pointless documentaries on tornadoes and earthquakes,
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| Coffee keeps me going though It fuels my wandering mind
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| Wishing I was Kurt Cobain or Morrissey
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| It takes up most of my time,
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| It shows with me losing my voice, it always seems a chore
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| My faith in music slowly disappearing more and more
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| These tattoos on my hands are there for life
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| And the songs inside my head won’t come out right.
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| The times are changing, we can go anywhere
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| But we’re far too cool to admit that here
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| The times are changing, we can go anywhere
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| But I’m stuck in my ways and I won’t change.
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| So I try to drag my fragile frame through another day
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| And another dose of caffeine in my veins,
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| My body aches and my mouth is full of sores
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| And I’ve reached the verdict that mostly, I’m a bore.
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| The times are changing, we can go anywhere
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| But we’re far too cool to admit that here,
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| The times are changing, we can go anywhere
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| But I’m stuck in my ways and I won’t change.
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| The times are changing, we can go anywhere
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| But we’re far too cool to admit that here
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| The times are changing, we can go anywhere
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| But I’m stuck in my ways and I won’t change. |