| So I do what I gotta do
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| Drink a beer on a Monday afternoon
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| My potential is rotting in a can
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| And the devil has got the upper hand
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| So here I am, wrestling with the man
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| In the mirror running through my head
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| Disappear and reappear again
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| Now it’s clear that I’m already dead
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| So I do what I gotta do
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| Smoke a joint and laugh at me and you
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| Watch the people as they walk on by
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| I’m so happy I think that I could cry
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| And When I do, it’ll all come out
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| I will prove that I can be myself
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| Disappear and reappear again
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| Now it’s clear that I’m already dead
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| So I do what I gotta do
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| Put a band-aid right over the bruise
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| Plant a seed and leave it to the wind
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| If it grows I hope to see it live
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| And here I am, mother nature’s child
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| With a problem that I could never solve
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| I could be anything I want
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| But today I think I’d rather not |