| Hey Miss «Die A Little»
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| Cuts and bruises will always heal
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| But you still pick your poisons
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| When you dream of alcohol and pills
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| Hey Miss «Die A Little»
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| How do you expect yourself to live?
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| Punch me awake
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| We’re the uninspired
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| There’ll be no white flags over the heads
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| Of the sick and tired
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| This world is for the living not the dead
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| But we’re still the uninspired
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| Hey Mr. «Always Wonder»
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| Why’s the inside of your head so filled?
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| 'Cause you can’t see your future
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| Through all the walls that you’ve ever built
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| Hey Mr. «Always Wonder»
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| How do you expect yourself to live?
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| Punch me awake
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| We’re the uninspired
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| There’ll be no white flags over the heads
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| Of the sick and tired
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| Maybe it’s the standing still that kills
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| What’s alive inside us
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| This world is for the living not the dead
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| But we’re still the uninspired
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| March me in with the rank and file
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| Bury me in deep denial
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| I’ll sit here and gladly smile
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| With the rest of the uninspired
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| Punch me awake
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| We’re the uninspired
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| There’ll be no white flags over the heads
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| Of the sick and tired
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| Maybe it’s the standing still that kills
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| What’s alive inside us
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| This world is for the living not the dead
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| But we’re still the uninspired
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| We’re still the uninspired |