| My name is Billie and I’m freaking out
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| I thought therefore I was well I can’t really figure it out
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| I sit alone with my thoughts and prayers
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| Scream out my memories as if I was never there
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| Standing at the edge of the world
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| It’s giving me the chills
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| Looking down the edge of the world
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| Lost in a tango, it’s freaking me out
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| Burning lights and blackouts
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| From the edge of the world
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| From the edge of the world
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| I’m like a punk rocker on labor day
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| How the hell did I work so hard to be born this way?
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| I never learned to read or write so well (freaking out)
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| But I can play the guitar until it hurts like hell
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| Standing at the edge of the world
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| It’s giving me the chills
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| Looking down the edge of the world
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| Lost in a tango, it’s freaking me out
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| Burning lights and blackouts
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| From the edge of the world
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| From the edge of the world
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| If this is what you call the good life
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| I want a better way to die
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| If this is what you call the good life
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| I want a better way to die
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| Oh I
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| Don’t want to think about tomorrow
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| Don’t want to think about it, oh
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| It doesn’t matter anyway
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| Oh I
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| I want to start a revolution
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| I want to hear it on my radio
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| I’ll put it off another day
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| I want a new conspiracy
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| And the silence of a thousand cries
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| So hurry up
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| I want a better way to die
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| I’m running late to somewhere now that I don’t want to be
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| Where the future and promises ain’t what it used to be
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| I never wanted to compromise or bargain with my soul
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| How did a life on the wild side ever get so full
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| Somewhere now
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| Somewhere now
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| Somewhere now
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| Somewhere
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| Oh I
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| Don’t want to think about tomorrow
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| Don’t want to think about it, oh
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| It doesn’t matter anyway
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| Oh I
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| I want to start a revolution
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| I want to hear it on my radio
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| I’ll put it off another day
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| (I ain’t gonna stand in line no more)
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| Oh I
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| Don’t want to think about tomorrow
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| Don’t want to think about it, oh
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| It doesn’t matter anyway
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| (I ain’t gonna stand in line no more)
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| Oh I
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| I want to start a revolution
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| I want to hear it on my radio
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| I’ll put it off another day |