| I’ve blown it in every single way
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| Screwed every single chance that came
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| You’re a super star in waiting for the silver screen
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| Then the pressure came
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| Swept away in a tidal wave
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| Could be all of you, still awake at noon
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| Blew my chances in a tragic flurry, sweeping apathy
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| Buy all my food from the B. P store when the night kicks in
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| I’m turning my back on everyone
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| I’ve blown everything I’ve ever done
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| I’ve fucked it up, shot my load
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| Spewed onto the motorway shoulder
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| I could have been somebody special
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| I’m not such a tragic waste of space
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| I could bring happiness to people
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| Just one more greatest hits tour for the devotees
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| The same old faces came
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| They love their summer spectaculars
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| By the grace of God could be up by noon
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| And not a tragic waster but I can’t stay focused for my apathy
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| They could have bought me a brand new car and a house in France
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| I’ve really blown it now
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| Blew it all away on a whim
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| Sat on my own for far too long
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| Things could have been so different now
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| Life looks so confusing through my window bay
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| Just to see a face, I’m really pleased when the gas man comes
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| Could be all of you still awake at noon
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| Blew my chances in a tragic flurry of apathy
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| All my food from a B. P store when the night kicks in
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| I’ve really blown it now
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| Blew it all away on a whim
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| But I fucked it up, shot my load
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| Spewed onto the motorway shoulder
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| I could have been somebody special |