| No obligations, no commitments
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| No respect and no conviction
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| No plans for the future
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| No looking back and no ambition
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| No common sense
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| No idea what the fuck I’m supposed to do
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| No control and no manners
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| No reason why I should have to tell you
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| I’m living in a hollow shell
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| Is it possible to die when you’re already in hell?
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| My uncertainty is everlasting and perennial
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| Because I’m a millennial
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| No direction, no hope for me
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| No sense in trying to save my sorry ass
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| No way I’ll ever make it out alive
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| Not the slightest chance I’ll ever last
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| No getting through to me
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| No way that I’ll wake up and get my life together
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| No sense in anything
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| When everything happens for no reason whatsoever
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| For every single failing industry you’ve blamed me for killing
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| I pay with expectations that I’m not fulfilling
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| I’m living in a hollow shell
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| It’s impossible to die 'cause I’m already in hell
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| My anxiety is leveled every day by chemicals
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| I’m living in a hollow shell
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| It’s impossible to die when you’re already in hell
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| My uncertainty is everlasting and perennial
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| Because I’m a millennial |