| Well I’ve made enemies along the ride
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| I’m afraid I could never be satisfied
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| But each way that I turn I face ahead
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| Straight through to your midnight heart
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| Straight through to your midnight heart
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| Now you know your soul is dark
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| Straight through to your midnight heart
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| You don’t know the name of like half of these folks
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| And they’ll be sprinting for the exit the minute you’re broke
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| A bunch of bobblehead muppets to laugh at your jokes
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| Wipe your ass and come and give your ego a stroke
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| I had to break it to you— sorry buddy it was time you knew
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| Nothing you ever said was funny, man the punchline’s you
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| One time for the palm trees and the sunshine
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| Two times for the two-timers being unkind
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| Confined to a small mind, but the fault’s mine
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| I always keep on crawling back across the San Andreas faultline
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| I keep on climbing underground to sweat out all my principles in darkness with
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| you in this salt mine
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| Where we’re all blind, I should fall back, I know all signs say that I should
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| halt
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| But I golf clap for this false crap
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| But from now on counterfeit suckers suck on my ball-sack, alright?
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| Straight through to your midnight heart
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| Straight through to your midnight heart
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| Now you know your soul is dark
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| Straight through to your midnight heart
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| Well I’ve made enemies along the ride
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| I’m afraid I could never be satisfied
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| But each way that I turn I face ahead
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| I know you know it’s way too late now and your soul is dark
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| Yeah motherfucker I see through you to your midnight heart
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| It’s tough to care about stupid bullshit all of the time
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| So I gotta say I’m glad that’s your job and not mine
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| Everybody’s got a topic at the top of their mind
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| A choice of how you wanna let your life be defined
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| (is it honeys?) sleeping around is your taste?
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| (Is it money?) are you the paper you chase?
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| (Kinda funny) You said that I’ve been playing it safe
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| If you got the bravest voice say that to my face
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| (is it your career?) pretty shitty to hear
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| But I took a difficult look in the mirror, and I checked in the rearview
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| Objects are never what they appear
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| The past tends to look crooked from here
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| The mask—that I put on out of fear, the tracks that I didn’t put out
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| The facts that I kept out of my ear
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| The slack that I cut people who didn’t deserve it is tragically clear
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| No, no, no, not this year
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| I’m not done changing yet
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| I’ll get these old knees checked
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| I can’t bend over for someone I don’t respect
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| Well I’ve made enemies along the ride
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| I’m afraid I could never be satisfied
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| But each way that I turn, I look ahead |