| There’s something wrong these days
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| I’m running on an empty tank and you can’t fill up on pain
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| If that was the case I’d never, no I’d never need anything
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| I’m like a clock without a face spinning aimlessly in space
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| I’m spinning on and on and on
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| This is my life laid on a plate and I hate the fucking taste
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| It’s a civil war I just can’t battle anymore
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| Been trapped in this hole for so many years
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| And I’ve been searching for a shovel
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| For my surface, for my view
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| And I won’t find them anytime soon
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| If I keep thinking too much this hole will fill up
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| It’s not the first time but it’s the worst time
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| And I feel like I’m out of sight out of mind
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| I let it pass me by. |
| It’s crazy to think that I
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| Have lived over half my life and I’m not even twenty five
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| It’s 11:12 and I didn’t make a wish
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| I’ve been driving through tunnels without holding my breath
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| I’ve been walking under ladders, and I’ve been throwing mirrors just so I
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| Can watch them shatter
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| (On and on, my life goes on.)
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| And in case you didn’t know this I’ve been down on my luck
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| And in case you haven’t noticed I am set to self destruct
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| I’ve been desperate for changes but I’ve been looking in all the wrong places
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| (I went looking for the man upstairs but he just wasn’t there
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| Well it’s time that I change my ways cause' this shit just isn’t working out
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| for me
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| It’s time that I start giving a fuck
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| It’s time that I start picking myself up
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| Cause' this Puerto Rican/Italian is a rambling man
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| I’m a gambling man
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| And even if the odds are against me I’m gonna take my chance
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| And if die I just ask one thing, make sure this shit keeps playing.) |