| In coffee pains and ritalins, I don’t want to sleep the day away
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| We can lie up on the rooftop, or the earl weakest goal, from your momma’s drawer
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| We’ve been burning too long, we’ve been burning too long
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| Don’t want to sleep the night away
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| From this camping trail, and this camping trail
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| Don’t fall out, don’t fall out into the seeping for a wall like we claim
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| Cause we’ve been crawling, baby, since nineteen ninety-seven
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| From this sanche, in this laugh-ty hell
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| We’ve been burning too long, we’ve been burning too long
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| Don’t want to sleep my life away
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| From this borrowed faith, this borrowed faith
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| Don’t fall out, don’t fall out into the seeping for a wall like we claim
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| Cause we’ve been crawling, baby, since nineteen ninety-seven
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| From this sanche, in this laugh-ty hell |