| Waste my life
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| trying to do what’s right
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| though I’ve never done right
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| come the end of the nite
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| Why’s my life
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| so filled with strife
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| is it my own fault
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| that I’m under assault
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| I’ll get yours
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| when you’re ready for mine
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| but don’t fret, girls
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| mine can come anytime
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| I’ve got time
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| tell me is that a crime
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| but I wouldn’t be lying
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| if I claimed to be dying
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| Give to me
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| another look in the glass
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| let’s hope that this one serves
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| as a kick in the ass
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| if I live fast
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| I can forget the past
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| so I couldn’t be asked
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| no, I shouldn’t be asked
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| I don’t know tomorrow’s date, but I
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| I will save it anyway
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| I don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| I will say it anyway
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| Alter your state
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| when you’re seeking a mate
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| it’ll make things great
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| when you’re out on a date
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| I’ve no shame
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| when it comes to this game
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| the stakes could be raised
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| and I wouldn’t be fazed
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| Give to me
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| another look in the glass
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| I tell you, I can’t see
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| a single line from the past
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| I’m not sane
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| but I’ll sing the refrain
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| 'cause I wanna be sane
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| yea, I wanna be sane
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| I don’t know tomorrow’s date, but I
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| I will save it anyway
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| I don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| I will say it anyway
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| I don’t know tomorrow’s date, but I
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| I will save it anyway
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| I don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| I will say it anyway
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| I don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| Waste my life
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| trying to do right
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| but I’ve never done right
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| come the end of the nite
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| Life’s too hard
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| so I’m breaking the glass
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| maybe with these shards
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| I can carve a new past
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| Give to me
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| the latest terminal disease
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| so you can all just grieve
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| or, at least, cry to deceive
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| Then you’ll see
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| what it’s like to be me
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| what I’ve always seen
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| what I’ve always believed
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| There’s no time
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| I’ll salute and smile
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| while the rest of you
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| count your days in denial
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| I’ve no time
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| and it must be a sign
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| that I’m not even crying
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| even as I lay dying
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| I don’t know tomorrow’s date, but I
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| I will save it anyway
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| I don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| I will say it anyway
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| I don’t know tomorrow’s date, but I
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| I will save it anyway
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| I don’t have a thing to say, but I
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| I will say it anyway |