| I hate the radio
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| Advertisements, morning show hosts
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| And every cop on the side of the road
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| Everything outside the windscreen disturbs me
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| But inside it’s worse
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| The thresher that we call this world
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| Reduces me to mere idle talk
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| I’m slowly but certainly descending
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| Fuck you for not being strong enough
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| For letting me bare the weight of both of us
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| I can’t forever be your crutch (I can’t forever be your crutch)
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| Today I think I’ve had enough (I think I’ve had enough)
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| High at the airport, drunk at the beach
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| I’ve been numb for weeks, I can’t feel a thing
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| I’ll swill or smoke, I’ll roll a note
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| If I just swallow, I’ll prevent the choke
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| So keep me up (keep me out)
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| Of this house (of this mind)
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| Cause there a’int no use in worrying all the time
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| Take me back to where the flowers grow
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| To the man in the mirror that I used to know
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| Fuck you for not being strong enough
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| For letting me bare the weight of both of us
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| I can’t forever be your crutch
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| Today I think I’ve had enough (today I think I’ve had enough)
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| Enough, enough — I’m screaming
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| Enough, enough — can you hear me now?
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| Enough, enough — I’m screaming
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| In mess I should be cleaning, running
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| The carousel slows, reality starts to set in
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| My friends are climbing off
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| How long have the horses been plastic?
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| Have we been going in circles?
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| Was I always alone?
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| Was it their voices I heard, or was it a dial tone?
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| I think I’ve always known
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| But I never cared to pay heed
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| Because I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
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| Ready to up and leave
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| At least just not like this
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| Cause this was our abyss
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| I loved you all, this was our home
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| We were together and I love it as it is |