| If the soul survives, like I do every summer and…
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| I’m still a fucking bummer? |
| Then…
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| Everyone I know is still alive by
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| No choice of mine
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| I know exactly what I did
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| I opted out by never really opting-in
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| And never really thought I would survive
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| Nothing new, under sun and moon
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| And this just can’t be right…
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| Since the right co-opted nihilism, I’ll decide not to decide
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| I’m still my father’s son, only ever looking out for number one
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| Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
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| Who knew life could be anything but?
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| Fell every tree in the forest
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| Put a bullet in every poet
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| Flatten every mountain
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| Level every hill
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| You’d best believe it
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| Cause they fucking will
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| Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
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| Who knew life could be anything but?
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| And this just can’t be right (Fell every tree in the forest)
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| Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
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| And put a bullet in every poet (who knew life could be anything but?)
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| I’ll decide not to decide
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| Flatten every mountain (And this just can’t be right)
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| Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
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| Level every hill
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| I’m still my father’s son, only ever looking out for number one
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| Fell every tree in the forest
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| And put a bullet in every poet
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| Flatten every mountain
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| Level every hill
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| You’d best believe it |