| And I don’t feel like dying
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| Younger than I’m allowed
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| Four hundred ways to take over the world
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| And it’s time to make a change
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| To this riff-raff of shit
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| That I take to wake up in this place
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| Where it’s cold every day of the year
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| And I don’t feel like dying
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| Younger than I’m allowed
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| Gonna try to just ignore
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| All these people, yeah
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| Everyday I find myself in some sort of way
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| Where there’s no walls there
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| And your heart tells you there’s things
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| Beyond the bounds of the way
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| And those things come to life one of these days
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| You can continue to cry on my shoulder
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| At night where the streetlights can’t reach
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| Your little heart
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| That you rarely decide to show faith
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| Where the days grow so old with your fear
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| And I don’t feel like dying
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| Younger than I’m allowed
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| Gonna try to just ignore
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| All these people, yeah
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| And I don’t feel like driving (oh, that’s too bad)
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| Longer than I should drive (too bad, that’s too bad)
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| Gonna try to just ignore (too bad)
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| All these incoming cars (that's too bad)
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| (Lock me up)
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| And ooh I saw
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| I just saw a little man crawl
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| And ooh I saw
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| (I got outta the car)
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| Something lying in the grass
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| Yeah, I saw it last time
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| Yeah, I’ll be sure to keep a keen eye, I’m fine
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| I’ll be diligent in logging my time
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| Some days you wake up
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| In a way where your head is in the right state of mind
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| Other people just wasted years
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| Keeping hands on their eyes in tears
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| And I don’t feel like dying
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| Younger than I’m allowed
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| Five hundred ways to destroy your own world
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| And it’s not easy to gauge
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| From the good and the bad
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| There are millions of things in a day
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| Where the thing that you love disappear
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| And I don’t feel like dying
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| Younger than I’m allowed
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| Gonna try to just ignore
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| All these people, yeah |