| Minutes, running down the drain
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| This is where our lives go
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| This is where we stay
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| In a job that really pays
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| So much like the first step
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| Maybe just a misstep
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| Maybe just a phase, just a phase
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| What am I supposed to do? |
| (3x)
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| Take a Dramamine for nausea
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| Another pill for the broken bones
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| And the ringing in my head now
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| Sounds just like the telephone
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| So it’s over-complicated
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| A shame so shoved aside
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| Like the broken years I’ve waited
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| And the emptiness inside
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| What am I supposed to do? |
| (3x)
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| Take one more on the chin
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| Grow a somewhat thicker skin
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| Let the scars all fade away
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| Like the promise of today
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| And when the sky falls down
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| I hope you’re still around
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| And everything keeps changing, but I won’t be around! |