| I guess the rumors are true
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| My days of making out with optimism are through
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| There’s not a dream I’ve had that has not gone bad
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| When I handed it to you
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| So just you wait for the next big something
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| You’ve never seen me care so little
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| 'Cause I’m a dyed in the wool cynic
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| If there’s a new rock bottom then I’m gonna hit it
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| So answer the call, become friends with the fall
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| Say what you mean
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| It feels like freedom is the new slavery
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| Maybe it’s just my curse to assume the worst
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| While I chase a better me
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| So just you wait for the next big something
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| You’ve never seen me care so little
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| 'Cause I’m a dyed in the wool cynic
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| If there’s a new rock bottom then I’m gonna hit it
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| So answer the call, become friends with the fall
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| The doors might be locked
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| But I won’t let that stop me from leavin'
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| I’ve got a glass half empty
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| But that won’t stop me from drinkin'
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| So just you wait for the next big something
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| You’ve never seen me care so little
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| 'Cause I’m a dyed in the wool cynic
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| If there’s a new rock bottom then I’m gonna hit it
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| So answer the call, become friends with the fall |