| Where’d you get your books and did they teach you anything?
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| Maybe you could show to me?
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| Because it feels like it’s been years since I’ve been useful
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| Never earned my pedigree
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| And I don’t think I can fake it, I can admit
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| You ought to stay in college
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| At least you’ll know something
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| I’m a dead friend, let me rot in my coffin now
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| The only difference, I’d probably prefer it
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| Now I’ll die old and faceless
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| Hiding deep in some depressing little hovel in the background of the show
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| You’re watching
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| If you see me just ignore it, 'cause there’s nothing I could offer anyway
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| And it occurred that maybe my worth is much less than we thought
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| I let it set in, I’ll be forgotten
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| I can’t obscure the fact that I’ve learned hardly anything at all
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| An application, another language
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| And I can’t work 9-to-5s if I’m sleeping past noon
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| Try to catch morning light with alarms left unused
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| How bad could it hurt to sell my blood 'til I’m withered and bruised?
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| Now I’ll die old and faceless
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| Hiding deep in some depressing little hovel in the background of the show
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| You’re watching
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| If you see me just ignore it, 'cause there’s nothing I could offer anyway
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| (Old and faceless)
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| Yo-ho-ho-oh-oh-ho
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| Yo-ho-ho-oh-oh
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| Now I’ll die old and faceless
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| Hiding deep in some depressing little hovel in the background of the show
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| You’re watching
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| If you see me just ignore it, 'cause there’s nothing I could offer anyway
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| (Old and faceless)
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| Yo-ho-ho-oh-oh-ho
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| Yo-ho-ho-oh-oh-ho
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| Yo-ho-ho-oh-oh-ho |