| Painting over portraits again, I pretend
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| This isn’t how I knew it would end
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| 'Cause there are no more pages in my book
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| And there is too much ink in my pen
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| So now I’m wishing that the cycle would end, so then
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| I’d learn to be somebody’s man
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| 'Cause there is too much history for the history books
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| And I’d like to start them again
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| I hate me, so unoriginal
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| No other feeling could feel so traditional
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| 'Cause every year I end up here
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| I end up here
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| So now you hate me?
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| Oh, how original
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| Well I’m used to it
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| Lone, individual
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| Another year and I’m still here
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| And I’m still here
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| Looking in the mirror, I’m sure I’m sure
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| And I didn’t do those things from before
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| 'Cause there is no more time left on the clock
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| And you are walking out the front door
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| So now I’m learning to be wrong even more, the whore
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| The emptiness I try to ignore
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| 'Cause there are no more bullets in my gun
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| And I am trying to prepare for a war
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| I hate me, so unoriginal
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| No other feeling could feel so traditional
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| 'Cause every year I end up here
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| I end up here
|
| So now you hate me?
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| Oh, how original
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| Well I’m used to it
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| Lone, individual
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| Another year and I’m still here
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| And I’m still here
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| And you say
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| «I'll take it out on myself, I’ll take it out on my friends.»
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| And you say
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| «I've got this knife to my throat, and there’s this blood on my hands.»
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| (And if you pick me up…)
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| Is it selfish?
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| Well if so fine
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| I’ve always been selfish
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| And that’s just one of the many problems I will never be able to fix
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| I believe I am making everyone’s lives around me worse
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| Increasingly worse
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| I am a disease to my friends and family
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| Please leave me alone
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| We’re still young
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| It’s over
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| I’m so dumb (…pick me up)
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| I love her
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| I’m sorry (if you…)
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| I hate me
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| It was fine (…pick me up)
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| 'Til lately
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| I hate me, so unoriginal
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| No other feeling could feel so traditional
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| 'Cause every year I end up here
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| I end up here
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| So now you hate me?
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| Oh, how original
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| Another year and I’m still here |