| I’m forever dragging my fucking feet
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| Despite the fact that I never sleep
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| And everyone in my fucking band
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| Is telling me that I owe them again
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| I’m going out of my fucking mind
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| Trying to find the words before I run out of time
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| Because I’m already losing all my friends
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| We send our messages when arguments end
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| We’ve been rolling with the punches and by now
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| Most other bands would have been knocked out
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| Trust me we ain’t staying down
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| We won’t rest We won’t rest We won’t rest
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| Until this record’s out
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| I don’t even know how we got this far
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| Writing half the lyrics in the fucking car
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| We don’t practice we just play shows
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| That’s how we fucking rock and roll
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| We’ve been rolling with the punches and by now
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| Most other bands would have been knocked out
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| Trust me we ain’t staying down
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| We won’t rest We won’t rest We won’t rest
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| Until this record’s out
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| I am a hypocrite
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| I am the concrete around our feet
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| And even when I push us in
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| I’ll find a way to drag us out again |