| Summer’s gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
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| Overworked and now I’m all used up
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| This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from the inside
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| Overworked and now I’m all used up
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| Final drag fills my lungs and makes me high
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| They fill up as I bottom out
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| Steering wheels watch them driving, driving with someplace to go
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| I’d steer myself, but I don’t have a route
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| Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
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| While the TV trays wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
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| But you’re so little help when days are slow, and I’m down inside
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| I’ll have to go, you’re so little help when months are slow, and I’m down inside
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| Summer’s gone, I overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
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| Overworked and now I’m all used up
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| This TV haze sucks me through I watch the world from the inside
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| Overworked and now I’m all used up
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| Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
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| While the TV trays wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
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| But you’re so little help when days are slow, and I’m down inside
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| I’ll have to go you’re so little help when years are slow, and I’m down inside
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| I’m down inside, I’m down inside, I’m down inside |