| Rubber arm bends again
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Stuck in between like a ring on your finger
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| I’m always changing my mind
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| What to drink, how to think
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| What’s for dinner?
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| It happens all of the time
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| It’s action and a curse
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| Make my mind up, make it worse
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| I guess I’m easily swayed
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| It’s always hard to call
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| What side of the coin will fall?
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| It happens day after day
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Boring always dead, there’s a party in my head
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| My rubber arm bends again
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| I’m always living in the state of indecision
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| I swear I’m quitting today
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| But just like that, I’ve got bad double vision
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| Ah shit, I’ve done it again
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| I know its all my stuff
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| Played my cards, it ended fucked
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| I guess I’m easily swayed
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| It’s not that hard to choose
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| Not to me but maybe you
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| It’s not the shame it’s the truth
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Boring always dead, there’s a party in my head
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| My rubber arm bends again
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| Nah
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| Oh why not
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Boring always dead there’s a party in my head
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Rubber arm bends again
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| Boring always dead there’s a party in my head
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| Rubber arm bends again |